“Sarah!” John’s mother welcomed her, “So tomorrow is your happy day!”
Sarah looked at the floor unhappily, “Indeed it is Lady Caisterdale.”
John’s mother replied cheerily, “Cheer up my dear, tomorrow will dawn with brilliant sunshine and only happiness will await you will see!”
“I only hope you are proved correct,” Sarah agreed. “Ravish me!” she cried. “And that is the thing father,” John said forcibly, “Why you are old enough and more to be Miss Haverthorpe’s father, it is quite unseemly!”
“I had no relations with the mother I assure you,” Lord Caisterdale admitted, “But in part you are right.”
“Indeed,” added his mother, “But you see your father and I had words.”
“And therein you shock and amaze me,” John sneered, “Had words indeed?”
His mother sat bolt upright, “And the upshot is I have forbidden your father to fornicate with Miss Sarah or indeed any more maidens.”
“It’s my heart son,” the Lord said, “It pains me.”
“Oh poor Miss Haverthorpe,” John sneered.
