The Fat Lady is magnificent, absolutely spot-on, an utter cow, but one has to love her. No doubt Vi feels the same.
I went into a gentle decline and died a most affecting death, surrounded by my loving family and several devoted, grieving admirers of both sexes, but that's a story for another time.
Awesome. I may adopt that for my own eulogy.
Pierre de Blancmange
Best. OC. Name. Ever. (And a clue, I think.)
As respectable women, Violet and I should get up and leave this moment.
Of course they should, and they surely won't. Just one of the many little tidbits that bring this story to such vibrant life. And "flesh out" Arethusa's character.
(People of Violet's class always respond well to directives; they aren't at their best when the initiative must be theirs. This is not a snobbish statement, but merely one of fact.)
I am sure that Mrs. Bucket is a direct descendent of dear Arethusa.