Tesla,” the vicar mused. “That’s a foreign name, is it not? Hungarian,is it?”“Serbian,” I corrected him. “I’m afraid the ——shire Teslas are ascant three centuries in these parts, having constructed Tesla Hall inthe reign of Queen Elizabeth.We are a restless people, and no doubtwill be moving on again any century now.

I am certainyou are not one of those dreary fellows one reads of who demands thattheir lady friends be in possession of a maidenhead. Mine was takenby a marrow two years ago.”“A marrow, Miss Pertwee? The vegetable that the Italians call ilzucchine?”“The very same.A most particularly bold and impetuous hot-housemarrow. It was quite the ravishment, I can assure you.”“I consider it no dishonor at all to be preceded by so noble a vegetable.

Celibacy is the Tesla family secret, passed down through thegenerations.”“Celibacy, passed down through the generations?”Victor asked dryly.I flushed. “Its efficacy is not disproved by its imperfect application,”I muttered.

Perhaps if you were to refrain from deploying the phrase ‘ignorantbuffoon’ with a liberality most writers reserve for ‘it’ and ‘the,’you would find a readier audience.