“Get your trousers off then!” she replied. Us!” Petunia protested, “And now we’re broke,”
“We need money,” Julia blurted out, “We can’t pay our hotel, Daddy is living at his club, Mummy is with her old governess and we have nowhere to go, we need money, you owe us.”
“And you think I am going to give you money?” I asked. “Yes, you owe us, just a loan, till Daddy gets back on his feet.” Julia suggested
“So how will you repay the loan?” I asked
“Marry someone rich?” Petunia suggesed. Up until 1928 I had a successful stock broking business but things were not going well, well, they were going too well and share prices soared beyond all reason. “Have you licked anyone?” I asked. “I’m not a virgin, does that matter?” Julia asked.