The conversation, ladies and gentlemen, went like this:
"Ah, dear Reverend Green, we are alone in the conservatory at last ! And I can't help but noticing that you are as pleased to see me as I am to see you."
"My dear Mrs. Peacock, you seem to be under some misapprehension. I am merely passing through, spanner in pocket, on my way to tune my harmonium in readiness for tonight's after dinner musical soiree."
"How very fortunate that you are so equipped, Reverend. Would you be so kind as to use your spanner to loosen my stays slightly ? I fear I overdid it rather with the fruit trifle at dinner, and I will never be able sing high C whilst constrained so tightly by my undergarment....No ! ANTIclockwise, Reverend, anti...aaaaaaaaaaaah.........." THUD !
Just so that this one has a happy ending and we don't have nightmares:
In the nick of time, in bounded Professor Plum, handlebar moustache and plus-fours a-quiver, and revived the poor lady with a nip of brandy from his hip flask. But...was this the end of the night's events, I wonder ? The curious goings on continue.....