a russian and a baronet walk into a bar…
At a Venetian breakfast, stuck between the Russian secretary to Count Lieven and a fortune-hunting baronet. The hostess’s cow-faced daughter is seated beside the only eligible bachelor in the room. As if SHE has any hope of becoming a viscountess!
I would laugh, but this Russian seems dreadfully proud. I wouldn’t want to give offense by seeming happy about something other than the timber trade.
