Miss Wallace in the Woods of Burnham

“En ‘earing of the rush of the type suffered by mon cher ami, Monsieur Dieterling…” (Miss W smiles coyly over at the said Dieterling who is sitting with pen and pad at the front of the lecture hall… Allbright turning to Dieterling whispers in his ear. Dieterling who feigns not to hear Allbright, carries on scribbling).

“This rush that appears in the nether regions is particularly direabolique. And when I hear mon cher ami, Monsieur Dieterling was in need of the cure I decide to go tout de suite into the woods of Burnham.”