Any of my fellow Exquisites would tell you so.
(After all, Brawling and other Low Sports tend to disarray one’s hair, and they can even lead to dust landing on one’s clothes.)
I say this to clarify what I am about to relate.
With only the most generous motives did I attend the Ball held by the Beau Monde. (I am, after all, a member of the beau monde, if not of the Beau Monde. And all balls and assemblies are delighted to have my attendance, regardless of whether or not I paid for a ticket with filthy lucre…or, rather, clean lucre, which is the only sort I would ever carry.)
Moreover, I had a purpose both simple and enchantingly noble: to dance with each of the Risky Authors, and thus bring great delight and honour and elegance into their authorly lives.
(And I cannot believe that authorly lives have much delight or elegance in them, in the general way; after all, what delight or elegance can there be to sit in front of a computing machine, all alone, with no one to admire one’s profile or envy one’s coat?)
When I asked Mme Frampton to dance, she responded that her dance was already spoken for by this unnamed gentleman.
What is even more astonishing — I was answered in the same manner by all of the other five Riskies!
(Very well, I admit — the other four. I never could locate Mlle McCabe. But I did ask Mlle Soleore, Milady George, and the Great Empress of All Canines, and they all responded that they, too, were claimed by the azure adventurer!)
In all good will, I decided to ask the strange gentleman what his secret was. And so I approached him, and asked him if he could meet with me to explain his mystical powers over the female population.
But the fellow misunderstood me!
Now, I ask you — why would women flock to such an aggressive male? I cannot understand it.
And after I took one look at this Sir Reginald fellow (shown here), I decided that discretion was the better part of keeping my cravat spotless, so I smoothly departed through the servants’ entrance.
Which is why I failed to dance with any of you.
But I meant to.
For the moment, I shall be at an undisclosed location. If any frightening gentlemen ask after me, please do not share any information with them…
Yours in elegance (which must be assiduously guarded),
Bertie the Beau