... What Would Poirot Do? Poirot Wouldn't

Oh, Please. If She's Going To Use Mr. Darcy To Prop Up Her Arguments, I Give Up.

Just Because Of That One Disastrous Blind Date She Had Last Year, Where The Guy Turned Out To Be Fifty-nine, Not Thirty-nine (he Claimed It Was A Typo. Yeah, I’m Sure His Finger Just Happened To Slip Two Spaces To The Left).

I Can See The Warmth. He's Falling For Me.

Oh, This Shouldn't Be Allowed. There Should Be A Rule Which Says That People You've Met In The Gym Should Never Meet You In Real Life.

We Both Gaze Down At My Swollen Tummy For A While. I Still Can't Quite Get My Head Round The Fact That There's A Baby Inside My Body. Which Has Got To Come Out... Somehow. Ok, Let's Not Go There. There's Still Time For Them To Invent Something.