Lord and Lady Mc was waiting. “Good,” she said, “Then I won’t need to say no again, the answer captain is no, never.” She stormed away in a bloody strop. She sort of wriggled. I gave her a minute. I heard a rumpus, “Get off me!” I heard the girl protest, “Stop it, stop it mother I would rather die than marry that awful man.”
“Whats bloody on?” I asked, “I offered a fair bloody price, what’s wrong wi her.”
I stood up and went where the girl went, following the sound up the stairs me hobnail boots clattering on fresh polished oak floors, till I got to her bed room. Know thee’s bloody place or thee’ll feel me bloody belt cross thee bloody ass.”
“I beg your pardon,” he said all sarky like, “Sir.”
Bloody woman turns up, “By heck you’re an ugly bitch,” I says, “Hope you ent his bloody daughter, thee’d have to pay mesen to poke thee.”
“This is my wife Captain,” bloke says,“Lady McGonnegal.”
“No offence like,” I says as she belts me round the chops, we her
