“While poor Bunty’s ardour is seemly spent,” Lord Melchett declared. xxx18 “Why his lordship’s butler!” I was told. “An Ale, a Ginger Ale and a wench if you please Landlord!” Bunty asked, “Wench for you too Hardy?” he queried. he missed by half a yard and the follow through sent him crashing into a table loaded with dirty crockery. “I say, my girl?” Bunty butted it. “Indeed father,” Serena agreed, “And I wish Bunty and his new beau every happiness.”
“Serena, she means nothing to me!” Bunty protested. “Just go away Daddy,” Serena insisted and when the door shut she pulled my head down and kissed my lips. Melchett was in fine form. Bunty staggered to his feet as I escorted Serena to the floor, “What a charming couple you make,” Melchett opined.
