"He was Queen Mary's chaperon," Peggy explained vaguely, "and he sang her love songs."
"Good," said the voice agreeably.
"Can't you think of something else for me?" said the unseen, gloomily appalled by the prospect of having doughnut recipes pronounced over his remains.
"How would you like to be Darnley?" said Peggy. "He was her husband." "I'll be Darnley," came from the darkness so decidedly that Peggy jumped.
"You have to get blown-up right off," she hastened to add. "Darnley did."
"Oh he did, did he?" the voice spoke with deeper gloom.
"Queen Mary did it," added Peggy.
"Well, even in the Dark Ages matrimony seems to have given your sex the same privileges," philosophized her companion cynically.
"How mean!" said Peggy coldly, "I shall play at being Elizabeth all alone."
"It wouldn't suit you," said her discarded leading man, "not with your voice."