Truly Rebecca, these stays are most vexing and my bosom is a constant distraction. I beg of you, withdraw this curse and let me be your husband once more!
And what enticement would sway me to that action? As your widow I have inherited your fund, your land and your holdings!
Because of my detachment, I am courted by bachelors of the highest standing while also entertaining generous offers for the hand of my lovely daughter!
Say not that you intend to marry me off to the son of one of my colleagues! I beg you to release me from this womanly form!
Nay not the Son. Your old colleague Mr. Pennyweather himself is recently a widower and he is most interested! I hear his libido is quite robust!
Rebecca Please!