A Scandal in Bohemia: Chapter 1, part 18

ˈhəʊmz ˈlɑːft || ɪts ˈkwaɪt ə ˈprɪti ˈlɪtl̩ ˈprɒbləm ˈsed ˈhiː

bət ə ˈveri ˈsɪəriəs ˈwʌn | tə ˈmiː rɪˈtɜːn ðə ˈkɪŋ | rɪˈprəʊʧfl̩i

ˈveri ɪnˈdiːd | ən ˈwɒt dəʒ ʃi prəˈpəʊz tə ˈduː wɪð ðə ˈfəʊtəɡrɑːf

tə ˈruːɪm mi

bət ˈhaʊ

aɪm əˈbaʊt tə bi ˈmærid

ˈsəʊ aɪv ˈhɜːd

tə kləˈtɪldə ˈlɒpmən | ˈvɒn ˈsæk ˈmenɪŋən | ˈsekən ˈdɔːtər | əv ðə ˈkɪŋ əv ˈskændəˈneɪvjə || ju ˈmeɪ ˈnəʊ ðə ˈstrɪk ˈprɪnsəpl̩z | əv ɜː ˈfæmli || ʃiːz həˈself ðə ˈveri ˈsəʊl əv ˈdelɪkəsi || ə ˈʃædəʊ əv ə ˈdaʊt | ˈæz tə ˈmaɪ ˈkɒndʌkt | wəb ˈbrɪŋ ðə ˈmætə tu ən ˈend

ən ˈaɪriːn ˈædlə

ˈθretn̩z tə ˈsen ðəm ðə ˈfəʊtəɡrɑːf || ən ʃiːl ˈduː ɪt || aɪ ˈnəʊ ðət ʃil ˈduː ɪt || ˈjuː ˈdəʊnt ˈnəʊ ˈhɜː | bət ʃi hæz ə ˈsəʊl əv ˈstiːl || ʃi ˈhæz ðə ˈfeɪs | əv ðə ˈməʊst ˈbjuːtəfl̩ əv ˈwɪmɪn | ən ðə ˈmaɪnd | əv ðə ˈməʊst ˈrezəluːt əv ˈmen || ˈrɑːðə ðən aɪ ʃəb ˈmæri əˈnʌðə ˈwʊmən | ðər ə ˈnəʊ ˈleŋkθs | tə ˈwɪʧ ʃi ˈwʊɡŋ̩ ˈɡəʊ | ˈnʌn

Holmes laughed. “It is quite a pretty little problem,” said he.

“But a very serious one to me,” returned the King reproachfully.

“Very, indeed. And what does she propose to do with the photograph?”

“To ruin me.”

“But how?”

“I am about to be married.”

“So I have heard.”

“To Clotilde Lothman von Saxe-Meningen, second daughter of the King of Scandinavia. You may know the strict principles of her family. She is herself the very soul of delicacy. A shadow of a doubt as to my conduct would bring the matter to an end.”

“And Irene Adler?”

“Threatens to send them the photograph. And she will do it. I know that she will do it. You do not know her, but she has a soul of steel. She has the face of the most beautiful of women, and the mind of the most resolute of men. Rather than I should marry another woman, there are no lengths to which she would not go—none.”