““She dangled in mid-air, her skirt hooked up on the trellis, a pair of stockings and drawers on full display. "Tell me madam, have we met before?" he called up to her. "You look familiar, in an odd way." He pretended to think hard, rubbing his chin. "For pity's sake," she hissed, her voice muffled by the ivy. "Help me down you fool." "Hmmm. Let me consider it. Perhaps, for once, you ought to be polite to me and respectful for once. Or else you can hang there until Easter." "Suit yourself then! I can make my own way down." "Shall you swing from my chandelier as an encore?" he asked politely, greatly enjoying the show.””