<strong>Tsade ~ Am I in a totally different conversation?</strong><br/><br/>“No dogs mother,” Tsade remarked before taking a drink of tea.<br/><br/>Lady Beatrice smiled in that pleasant way one does with children or the uniformed. Her hand rested on a cinnamon bun.<br/><br/>“Oh yes. Terrible shame about Claudia. I had her peg as the French poodle type or a beagle. But looks can be deceiving.”<br/><br/>“What was it she liked Martial. Some type of little beast from that awful country.”<br/><br/>‘Shrew, and America” Tsade said in between bites of his pastry.<br/><br/>“Honestly,“ Lady Beatrice remarked and made a clicking sound. “Don’t let him upset you dear. The peerage has nothing but good things to say about yanks. We’ve practically forgotten almost everything about the colonies misbehavior.”<br/><br/>“Now where was I. Oh yes, I remember. Claudia had a stable of Chinchillas, and somewhere in South America.” Lady Beatrice corrected.<br/><br/>“Right, Curacao.” Tsade replied and went back to attacking the bun.<br/><br/>Lady Beatrice leaned toward Lily in a conspiratorial way.<br/><br/>“More than just the savage little beasts were in her stable.” She said with a if you get my meaning look.<br/><br/>“She’s somewhere in Africa now I’m told,” Lady Beatrice remarked casually. “Missionary work I believe.”<br/><br/>Tsade was in the middle of a sip and sprayed his tea on the stove in surprise. He stood choking on a bit of bun.