Cordingly always thinks of such things, a basket
For the servants, bread and cheese, tongue and apples,
And a few bottles of beer. Surely Eugenie has learned
Enough English to understand that, though she still
Seems determined to flirt with the new groom,
The handsome Thomas Beach. But he's not having it.
I marvel, murmuring to Cordingly, "It doesn't matter
What she tries. He's just not having any, is he?
How odd. All the other men seem smitten with her."
Cordingly smirks. "Well," she says, "I may have been
Indiscreet, telling him a cautionary tale about her
Indiscretion with his predecessor." Lesson learned.