Having fallen madly and irrevocably in love with the Cheesemonger, having sworn to make her happy and carry out her wishes to the letter, and having hoped that the end of this sorry business might make her amenable to settling down together in a quiet handsome little townhouse somewhere…
…the end of that story still weighs heavily on the soul of the Incorrigible Raconteur. And now, of course, he’s up to his neck in the Game anyway. Keep telling your scandalous anecdotes, Raconteur: the louder they laugh, the longer before you remember her face.