“Well done Hardy, have a feed man, try for the hat trick after supper.”
“Father!” Serena complained, “I am not some common whore you know!”
“But with Hardy here to guide you who knows how good you might become,” Melchett advised, “Keep the snake drained, rampant snakes make for mischief.”
“He is totally utterly and completely mad,” Serena sighed, “But for all that you do seem to have a pleasant aptitude for this business of fucking.”
“Made a pretty penny on shares in the damned railway,” Melchett advised, “Mark my words Serena the day of the Countess is near gone. XXX “Oh wonderful!” Serena sighed, “Mr Hardy please put father out of his misery.”
“I would but my flintlock is in my saddlebag,” I admitted. “Thank god, civilisation!” Bunty exclaimed, “Porter Hardy, Mead, Cider?” he asked.
