“Good god you were supposed to save them not sample them,” Charlotte snapped. It was too much. “I know I have no authority in this.”
He wasn’t a bad chap, “Yes, but short of marrying them, I will do what I can short of that.” I promised. So on visiting the Colonels family it was decided his eldest daughter Charlotte should accompany me to Chichester where we believed the girls to be. “Keep your voice down,” I pleaded. It was soon clear that they sought out a particular very well dressed upright gentleman who then directed them to other gentlemen or to whom they brought other gentlemen whom they had ensnared. We gave up the second room and shared my bed, the next morning we met Ellie and Sylvie. “We found them, they seem very well, happy even, so now it is for you to persuade them to come home,” I suggested, “Or them to persuade you to join them in a life of debauchery.”
“I suppose I might as well, no one will want to marry me now,”
