Agnes, my darling, will you be my wife?

[Monique Adelina De'Ath]

My darling Agnes, it's been a while now my sweetest yes bloody ages it feels like since Cupid thrust us together thrust, no...no...don't use words like that it's just going to make her kick off, you know it... and I felt, during that time, how much I've gotten to know the real you and, yes, it's like a bloody nightmare but...but...you're worth more social prestige for me and I can stop you being destitute and eating up extra livres each month  so I was just sort of wondering like if...well...if...you'd marry me? For god's sake don't turn me down and make me suffer some social stigma, I mean it's enough I'm desperate enough to propose to you in the first place so what do you say darling, is it a yes? Oh, hell no, dammed if it's yes and damned if it's no!!

On acknowledgement of an affirmative answer I can start planning the Stag party...oooohh those additional social benefits and what a couple we are going to make! Jesus, the sour faced old trout, that it should come to this....I mean I'm meant to be famous, the best, yet I have to endure this as part of the journey  You know with me you'll go far my dearest, ignore those de Bearne's and the like, with good old Anton as your husband the world is your oyster, my sweet, if only I could say you were my pearl but it's more like you're my barnacle I'm the ROYAL EXECUTIONER, don't you know (!) and my medical practice is booming, livres in so to speak!

So, my love, what's it to be? A firm, positive, all loving yes Christ!  or, a ridiculous, I throw it all away why on earth would I say no to this absolute god of a man?