“I say,” Jason, retorted, “I thought you were a lady not a bally fishwife!”
“And I thought you were a man not a mouse,” Elsie replied, “Go and bash his lights out if thee fancies me!”
Jason swiftty emerged from the Parlour, bowed slightly to Bob who was completely flummoxed and he then ran as fast as hs stupid poncy legs would carry him towards the stables where his horse were tethered. “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.
