“Call thee self a bloke,” Albert sighed. “Bloody mouse more like, well thee cans’t do it or I’ll find some un as what will.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” Bob agreed. “Do summat then,” Elsie said teasingly, “Thee’s supposed to be upending me and having thee way.”
“Thee’s beautiful like,” Bob stammered. “Tell him in his bloody dreams,” Mrs Grimshaw shouted back, “Any road round her’s wi Honourable Jason Fforbes-Whitehead in’t parlour so thee can bugger off.”
“Gaffer says I has to upend her and give her a seein’ to,” Bob explained, “Gafer pays me brass not thee so I’ll have to ask thee to stand aside.”
Butler stood aside and Bob strode past, trouble is he couldn’t see where parlour were. Butler went red, “Mr Fairlie to give Miss Elsie a seeing to Ma’am,” he shouted to Mrs Grimshaw.
