“Se-ver-al Ci-vil Ser-vice sil-ver sal-vers!” she said, slowly, salaciously, seditiously.
“Several!” said Sir Cyril Sissington-Smythe, severely.
“Sì, Signore Cy-ril!” Sonia Sanchez-Sans-Sevilla, Sir Cyril’s Spanish Secretary, asserted seductively. “Se-ver-al.”
Sir Cecil sighed – it was going to be another of those exasperating Esperanto Wednesdays.