“Upstairs now!” he repeated, “Or I’ll strip you bare and allow Hardy to mount you across the bar!”
“You are quite quite mad!” she opined. Her face. Her neck. I must have formed a dozen imaginary shell companies with myself as company secretary. We parted at midnight, no kiss, not even a handshake but merely a “Goodnight,” and I was gone. “Then Mr Hardy seems free, eh what Hardy, Quadrille with Serena?” he suggested. I barely noticed when Lady Melchett fell over Lord Melchett’s feet and they subsided gracefully into a heap, and I easily avoided Bunty’s several clumsy attempts to punch me as we danced the night away. “Then bang her ‘till she does love you,” Melchett declared, “Quickly Dinner is at eight,you have an hour at most.”
Serena smiled, “Shall we?” she said, “We can just talk he won’t know the difference,” Serena suggested.
