“I came to raise a platoon of your lovers that we might wrest your estates from your solicitors,” I reminded her, “Not to fornicate.”
“Liar!” she said. “You’ll hang for this!” the man protested. Pornhat “Exactly!” he agreed, “So marry her,” he said, “Marry the harlot.”
“I want her as my mistress, not my wife,” I exclaimed. I had work to do so it was the Thursday that I deported to Mr Silas Boulton’s abode in Graham Street for an interview. The door man let me in and Francine attended me and seemed disappointed that I sought Miss Harcourt, and as Miss Harcourt was indisposed or engaged she called Madame to attend me.
