I remember you well in the Chelsea hotel
By all accounts, the editor is intending to spend the evening engaged in something called "hagging" with a rather epicene young gentleman of whom she appears to be inordinately fond. Lady Bracknell confesses that her eyebrows rose considerably when the editor informed her that the young gentleman's nom de plume is, apparently, "Puss Puss": she suspects that such an alias can not bode well as an indicator of his seriousness of mind. This diversion will take place in the Adelphi hotel which, despite its venerable history, would seem these days to be a venue of considerable moral laxity. (The term "hagging" is unfamiliar to Lady Bracknell, but she hopes that it does not betoken any involvement with the Dark Arts. The editor is far from being a model employee, but Lady Bracknell is nevertheless aware that the process of finding a suitable replacement for her would not be straightforward in a day and age when even the lowliest domestics are labouring under the delusion that they have "rights".)
The editor's absence will leave Lady Bracknell at something of a loose end. Rather than waste the time, however, she has determined to spend it in being imperious towards inanimate objects. Some of her kitchen implements have recently been showing signs of getting rather above themselves once again.