—So sir to work, and what pray is your position on the way-leave.” Claridge enquired. Rothby woke with the dawn,†‬Claridge was naked upon the bed with a naked Molly sleeping quietly,†‬and Rothby quietly sought his working clothes†‬he had kept from the†“‬Javeling— ‬and dressed in them he slipped away through the window to the canal. —That’s it sire, in a nutshell.” Claridge affirmed. Soon enough Adlington the Butler announcer†“‬The Major,†‬I mean,†‬Major General Brabbinger will see you now sir,†‬your servant may wait here.—
“Gosh,†‬oh no,†‬Dullard must come too,†‬he can write you knowâ€!” ‬Claridge insisted. Her most private places were now exposed to his view and such was his need and desire that in a moment of madness he started to unleash his breeches and unbuckle his belt. —Father call your Constable.” she snapped. Rothby quickly asked Claridge to do a service,†“‬Will you pass yourself of as me when we see the Major,†‬only I had to pretend to be Dullard of the Javeling.—
“Dullard,†‬how un-imaginative,— ‬Claridge asserted,†“‬but
