Robert was thoughtful as he put the kettle on for tea. That’d been an education and no mistake. Who’d have thought a toff like his lordship would get off on being handled like a tuppenny-ha’penny w***e? Still, it took all sorts, that’s what his old Ma always said, and she ought to know, seeing as how she’d done her time on the streets before she’d met his step-dad and gone respectable.
Well, Robert was in gravy here, no two ways about it. Archie in the stables had been all right for a tumble, but he didn’t hold a candle to a man like his lordship. Lord Algernon was handsome, clever and kind, and he wanted Robert to better himself, and as Ma said, them’s the ones to hold onto. And he had much better ankles than Archie. No, if Lord Algy wanted to be treated like a Piccadilly renter, Robert
