By lunchtime the Devon News newspaper had arrived from Plymouth. Big cock “No, I thank you,” I demurred. It had the story P&NCR wayleave cancelled. Melchett took him by lapel and whispered in his ear. “Yes My Lord.” he agreed. ”Will you be wanting anything sir?” The wench asked hopefully. There was no interest in Plymouth and North Cornwall Railway Stock. “Where is he?” I demanded. They all stared, and I am embarrassed to own that it was true, though the Landlord’s sister and her enormous norks may have had more to do with it than Serena. Pulling her to me. Her skirts barely covered her knees. “Capital idea!” he said, “What say you Hardy?”
”You sir are quite quite mad, and you Serena you disgust me!” Bunty exclaimed as he rapidly retreated whilst stuffing his appendage back into his breeches.
