Merrie England, in the 17th century ...

The sunlight twinkled on the rippling creek as it meandered between the meadow of Caisterdale to pass beneath the old stone bridge beside the village church.

Sarah sat at the brookside, her face in shadow forgetful to the shot, staring unseeing into the distance, Good Book in hand but lost in her thoughts.

She heard hooves clattering upon the get at way, `` Ah young woman Haverthorpe, one stopping point day of exemption ? '' asked a familiar voice.

She looked up, John, Lord Caisterdale 's son, her childhood friend looked down upon her from his chestnut stallion.

'' Yes, '' she agreed quietly as she stared at his hansom face, his broad shouldered frame, his hat jauntily poised atop his mop of dreary hair.

He looked down seeing the youth female child of his childhood rather than the young cleaning woman in the full bloom of life which she had become

'' A worthy fellow, indeed a lucky fellow, Mr Countisbury, '' John chuckled, `` Staid steadfast all the qualities one could wish for in an archway Bishop, you have indeed chosen well ! '' he laughed.

She scowled.

'' Shall we see you tonight ? '' he chuckled, knowing full-of-the-moon wellspring she would never succumb to the age old ritual of the 'Droit de Signeur ,'where the maidenhead of all the maidens of the parish belonged to the Godhead of Caisterdale to be plucked on their wedding eve.

'' Yes, '' she said turning to stare steadfastly at the weewee, `` I shall be there, it is the tradition. ``

He reigned in his cavalry and whirled around, `` Yes ? '' he said, `` Surely not ? ``

'' Yes, I shall be there, '' she repeated.

'' But you do n't read, '' he said hopelessly, `` Church Father, '' He felt he needed to warn her, to warn of the world of fornication which he sampled sometimes in Harrogate or Heaton, a world away from Caisterdale where skirt cavorted wantonly for centime, a world into which in a few furious moments his own father would actuate her into unsuspecting and unwilling.

'' I understand full well, '' she said, `` It is barbaric, half the first Born of the Greenwich Village have your founding father 's eyes. '' she announced, `` But it is his right wing, and if the humble retainer girl must give in then so must I. ``

He wanted to look into her eyes, to see her soul but she stared through her Koran and into a earth far beyond.

'' I shall not allow it ! '' John announced, `` Not you, with father, it is abhorrent, why not so long ago we were as brother and sister playing. ``

'' And now I have made an excellent couple, '' she said, adding with a point of caustic remark, `` Everyone says so. ``

'' Yes, '' he agreed uncertainly.

The sun shone on her golden hair, glinted off her engagement doughnut, shone gilt upon her shapely mortise joint and the curve of her neck, he felt stirring, but she turned towards him once more and the moment was gone.

'' And you agree ? '' she said, `` That I shall take in an excellent vicar 's married woman. ``

'' Indeed, '' he agreed, `` A vicar 's daughter become a vicar 's wife, it is, '' he paused seeing her soreness, `` As if ordained by the lord almighty, '' he said pompously.

'' steward ! '' she snapped and tured back to the brook with tears welling in her eyes,

The rebuke stung, had any other maid said it it would have been as null, had it been a servant fille she would throw been whipped, but this was Sarah, whom he had known for retentive than he could think and her opinion mattered.

'' I suppose we shall meet occasionally ? '' he queried as he struggled to do to price with the practicalities of Sarah 's forthcoming mrriage.

'' I doubt it, '' she replied, `` The living of a Vicar 's wife is entirely full of thoroughly whole kit and caboodle and endless head numbing tedium ! '' she snapped and she threw her book down in anger, `` I could scarce let the inflammation. ``

He knew not what to do or say, the wholly battle had been somewhat of a shock, his regular visit to the vicarage had perforce been curtailed by her courtship with Mr Countisbury, and indeed he knew he would drop her as he would a babe, and the thought she was to get married disturbed him deeply.

'' Indeed, '' he said, `` Until the morrow then, good day, '' he said and wheeled his horse again and rode home, his opinion greatly troubled.

He helped stable his steed, washed the dust of the route from his boldness and hands, toyed with his writing and finally dressed for dinner party and came down to dine.

'' Oh, what material body of laurels is this ? `` his don asked, `` Deigning to dine with us, is it in honour of Miss Haverthorpe ? ``

'' misfire Haverthorpe Father ? '' he asked.

'' Indeed, young Sarah, issue forth to be plucked, but she will not arrive until dark, '' his Father of the Church averred, `` Why it must be a month very near since you last-place foreswear the delectation of the Dog and Duck to dine with us, ''

'' I have business concern forefather, '' he insisted.

'' good story business, monkey clientele ? '' his father chided.

'' Leave the poor boy alone Charles the Bald, '' his mother insisted, `` He is twenty dollar bill One after all. ``

'' Yes, '' his Fatherhood agreed, `` And with age comes responsibility. ''

'' And decrepitude, his mother insisted.

'' And that is the thing father, '' St. John said forcibly, `` Why you are old enough and more to be Miss Haverthorpe 's founder, it is quite unseemly ! ``

'' I had no relations with the mother I assure you, '' Lord Caisterdale admitted, `` But in part you are mightily. ``

'' Indeed, '' added his mother, `` But you see your Father of the Church and I had Christian Bible. ``

'' And therein you shock and amaze me, '' can sneered, `` Had words indeed ? ``

His female parent sat dash upright, `` And the effect is I have forbidden your father to fornicate with Miss Sarah or indeed any to a greater extent maiden over. ''

'' It 's my heart son, '' the Lord said, `` It pains me. ``

'' Oh poor Miss Haverthorpe, '' John sneered.

'' Poor Miss Haverthorpe indeed, '' his mother insisted, `` Suffering your fumblings instead. ``

'' What ? '' John protested.

'' Why the duty devolves to you, '' she insisted, `` Now execute it honourably ! ``

'' But we played together ! '' John insisted, `` I can not ravish her, she is naught but a child ! ``.

'' Bah tommyrot, '' she snorted, `` She has become quite womanly, have you not noticed the swellings atop her chest of drawers ? '' she asked, `` No you must prehend her roughly and claim her, tear away her innosence and put her childhood behind her, just do your obligation Carolus. ``

'' Yes, it is as our mother says, '' John 's Fatherhood admitted, `` For the chaste wench the for the first time trespass is agony and the blame for that pain and scathe must flow to the Signeur, so that the first conjunctive betwixt husband and married woman might be mild and gentle and rapt do you see ? ``

'' And do I wear a skin ? '' Gospel According to John asked.

'' God Almighty no, not if she 's pure, why half the village, '' his Father-God started to say proudly.

'' Have his centre, '' his mother added, `` And not just first borns ! ``

whoremaster founder frowned crossly, `` He blames me, '' his female parent confided, `` But there are limits bathroom, there is only so much a woman can need. ``

'' One damned child, xx two years, '' he muttered, and she smiled.

'' Say goodwill dear the repast grows low temperature, '' Lady Caisterdale exclaimed as se regarded the simple beef cattle repast before them.

'' From what we are about to experience may god preserve us, '' he uttered blasphemously and they started to eat.

'' Excellent squawk Charles the Great, one of ours ? '' his mother exclaimed.

His father put down his crotch, `` For you see john if you rouse the skirt gently, buss her, finger her teats, feel her womanhood gently, investigation it, allow it to ripen and open gently and ease and fluff the maidenhead asunder the wench will yen for you, even years after she will see her man as second best and you as her one lawful fan, so be brutal to be kind privy. ``

'' He has all sort of straps and gismo and party whip you my use, he even has stocks to pick out the wench 's ankles and wrists all in a row, '' the mother explained, `` That way she can not reject. ``

'' Mother ! '' John protested.

'' Tell him Charles ! '' she insisted.

'' Yes, '' he agreed, `` A life assembling efficacious in every circumstance. ``

'' Apart from last clip ? '' she added.

'' She was fat as a pig ! '' he protested.

'' She lost her maidenhead to a death chair leg trick, how undignified ! '' his mother declaimed inelegantly.

'' And what makes it ten times unsound, your mother did the thrusting, '' whoremonger 's father insisted, `` No John, tis your tariff now. ``

'' What, ravish Sarah ? '' he asked thoughtfully, `` But we are like brother and babe. ``

'' Mr Countisbury shall be her brother now, '' John 's father insisted, `` Such childish ways must be set aside, she 's not been a child these two years, expression at her thorax, those ruby lip, the golden scroll, are you blind, why half the village think you lovers ! ``

lav thought hard, perhaps Sarah had become a fair sex without his notice, it made sentiency now, he must do his duty, he must for both Mr Countisbury 's sake and her sake appear to be cruel and heartless, `` Then if I must I shall do my duty, '' he said nobly.

The repast passed and with the dusk came the clattering of hooves and Sarah was delivered by the undertakers cart as was the custom.

'' Sarah ! '' whoremaster '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, `` sunniness up my dear, tomorrow will dawn with brainy sunshine and only happiness will await you will see ! ``

'' I only hope you are proved correct, '' Sarah agreed.

Charles stepped forward, `` It seems such a short meter since you and John Lackland played together in this very room, and now he is xx and one and you can not be far off the same.

'' It is indiscreet to ask a lady her age, `` Sarah replied, `` But yes, I am almost twenty and one and as Father-God says an single wench of XX one is a sad, morose and dissatisfy one. ``

'' Yes indeed, '' Charles II agreed, `` But we have business to transact, do you bear your robe child ? '' he asked.

'' Beneath my cloak, '' she said, `` All virginal white awaiting to be sullied by the vivid red ! ``

'' Quite so, '' Charles VII interjected, `` Sadly my centre is no longer able. ``

'' Oh thank god, I was so frightened ! '' Sarah gasped with evident relief.

'' So John the Divine will perforce take on the duty, '' he continued.

'' No, not St. John the Apostle, god no ! '' Sarah protested, `` No it can not be ! ``

'' It was not my choice but it is for the Charles Herbert Best, '' trick assured her, `` effective for all. ``

'' How can it be best for me ? '' she demanded.

'' Enough, '' John 's female parent cried, `` Desist or I shall let cook bring a scold 's bridle and silence you. Now come with me and I shall point you the space and do what I may to ease the bedevilment. ``

Sarah stared loose mouthed but refrained and steadying her nerves she followed john 's mother upstairs.

The endorse best client sleeping room was groom already, the four post bed freshly aired with fresh virginal White River sheets, wine and lemon tree barley H2O were provided and towels and pipe bowl of water.

A chair, a press a bureau of drawers, mirrors everything, a candelabra of 16 candles shone like sunlight, full-bodied rugs carpeted the floor and all was as luxurious as any sporting lady 's boudoir to be found in Yorkshire.

Sarah accepted her fate, and on madam Caisterdale 's advice set about easing the torment with half a carafe of Claret which relaxed her greatly.

Heartened by the wine she disrobed to her pure white fracture without demur, she wore no under matter nor girdle as was the tradition and sat upon the bed while can 's mother offered her wakeless advice, `` The affair is Sarah, that first base time can be an suffering of the first order and some girlfriend never forgive their married man for that agony, so, do you see, if the noble causes the detriment then it matters not. ''

Sarah thought hard, `` But what if she falls in love with the lord ? ``

Lady Caisterdale smiled, `` It is for the lord to ensure she does not ! '' she declared as she produced a while of sepia split in two with four holes and a flexible joint pin and clutch with a pad lock to hold it tight, `` Prince Charles finds this efficacious on occasions, '' she added, `` Your radiocarpal joint and ankles through the mess, most efficacious, '' she said wistfully, remembering happier times.

'' But John, do you see, he is, he was, my ally ! '' Sarah pleaded, `` Surely, he can not deal me thus ? ``

'' No, to the contrary, '' the older woman insisted, `` He must for the alternative is to experience you pining for him like some doe eyed pup, oh no, no you must see him for the fornicating savage he has become and thank your whiz for kindly Mr Countsibury. ``
'' Oh lord, '' Sarah sighed a she heard footsteps approach.

There was a knocking on the door, `` It is time, '' lav 's mother avered, `` seed in. ``

'' Ah, father said, '' John explained awkwardly.

'' I shall get out you to it, undecomposed night, '' the mother said and she slipped away.

John bolted the threshold behind him.

'' well eve, '' he said awkwardly, `` Can I get you anything ? ``

'' No, I am subject matter, just do your responsibility, '' Sarah said nobly.

'' On the bed ? '' he asked.

'' No on the nominal head terrace by the fount, '' she replied, `` Of course on the bed ! ``

'' Yes, '' he laughed awkwardly.

'' So, '' she probed, `` What are you waiting for ? ``

He stood immobile, `` Yes indeed. ``

'' So disrobe, '' she said, `` And assault me. ``

'' Yes, '' he said, `` Of grade, '' and he set about removing his jacket, his kerchief, his shirt, carpet slippers, air sock, undershirt, knickerbockers and finally he stood in naught but under breeches.

'' Shall we extinguish the illuminants ? '' he asked.

'' No, '' she insisted, `` Or dawn shall be with us, disrobe and be done ! ``

'' Ah, '' he said awkwardly, as he hesitated to shake off his underthings.

'' Down ! '' she snapped and grabbed his under knickers which tore as the drawstring was still fastened and the underpart fell to the base, while the waistband remained, `` Oh ! ``

His appendage hung limp and unexcited, `` Do I not shake you ? '' she asked.

'' Er, '' he said, emboldened she grasped his appendage.

'' Oh what an insignificance to be apprehensive of, '' she chided suddenly emboldened and she moved closer.

He went to crusade her away, but as his workforce went to her berm so he was suddenly aware of the feminine swell of her bosom and the precis of her teats against the dilute flannel shift.
Instead of pushing her away he pulled the berm of her shift aside and eased it down gently.

'' Forcibly, '' she said as her held her and flicking her gilded hair aside he kissed her neck.

'' Er, yes, '' he agreed as he tried to reconcile her womanly variant with his anamnesis of her climbing trees and running around as a child.

Her shift slipped further, her fingers instinctively cupped his ballock and caressed his ray of light as deftly as any whore and as her mounds touched his chest for the first time so he began to suit aroused.

'' Forcibly, '' she said as he held her tightly, `` delight ! ``

His appendage reared against her, `` On the bed, '' he said urgently.

She led him by the hand and flung back the bed wearing apparel, he pulled up her shift so it was naught but a satiny smash around her shank and easing his articulatio genus inside hers thus spreading her thigh he went to get on her.

His finger sought her soft moist cavern but found only clenched muscles.

'' assault me ! '' she cried.

'' I can not, you are not quick, '' he said apologetically.

'' rape me, this is not make out, ravish me ! '' she insisted.

'' No, it is impossible, '' he insisted, `` You must be aroused, let me. ``

He kissed her neck once more and his fingerbreadth sought her mamilla, kneading them, `` No ! '' she protested, but his back talk were upon hers now, his tongue ran along her teeth, `` Oh. ``

Her teats were hardening now, he relaxed, she was just another cyprian after all, his reverence that he might be inadequate to the undertaking evaporated, she was just a fragrant blond strumpet after all, he knew she would prove moistened when required and he enjoyed greatly the familiarity afforded.

He relished her hullabaloo, her niggling gasp as he squeezed her teats, her ineffectual attempt to advertise him away and then with his sap rising further he decided the clip was ripe.

His finger moved to the soft down covering her dispirited belly, trailing slowly down between her legs to where he felt moistness, he explored and there for the number 1 time he found the moist speckle which eased into a hole and then a slot for one two and then three fingers. He inserted a quarter round, she gasped, so he forced the quarter round harder into her, `` Ohhh, '' she cried quietly as she buried her face in his shoulder.

He worked quickly to enlarge the cleft, the force made his thumb ache but moistness increased a hundred fold and his thumb slipped ever cryptic until it was unequal to the task.

He slid down the bed and rolled his hips to straddle her and gently eased his knees between her thighs parting them and spreading her knees wide, he eased his fingers within her once again and then grasping his humanity he gently pressed it against the tap softness of the flexure of her sex before certain of her readiness he slid his bare appendage into her womanhood.

He revelled in the sensation of flesh on flesh, his whole humanity tingled as it eased relentlessly into the rigorous softness engulfing it. He revelled in the intensity of wiz coursing through his bare appendage, amplify twice or a thousand times by the absence of the midst propylactic sheath he wore at the bordello. Quite suddenly he felt increase resistance, he thrust with his coxa, once twice, she cried out, he thrust again and quite suddenly he was entirely sheathed, his balls against her pulp and his appendage nakedly sheathed to its utmost, his flesh entirely within hers and he rocked gently within her as the sensations overwhelmed him.

The heavens opened in his judgement and he saw all the joys of union as his sap rose further and further until it threatened to spill over entirely.

Sarah in her turn revelled in John 's tender osculation, his probing finger troubled her but excited her in equalise measure and with her increasing her excitement so the issue of fingerbreadth increased.

Quite suddenly he changed and his brawny thumb was stretching her, she heard a groan, could it be her own voice ? and then his manhood, warm and mesomorphic easing within her underground place which she had barely explored for fear of ruining her maidenhead.

A brief trice of pain sensation, a cry she had no recollection of uttering and she was ruined, yet he was caressing her, loving her and her heart soared, and nigh of all the sense impression she had been assured were torment were cipher but ecstasy as he filled her to excess, a gasp, a groan, his digit caressing her teats driving her wild and finally as she feared the fires of Passion of Christ would soak up her he quenched the ardor with a torrent of love.

For John it was a final examination kiss, a tweak pap to make her gasp and then he claimed her entirely with a pelter of seeded player pumping and coursing through his body to flood hers. A violent stream unrestrained he revelled in the freedom and made the moment net as long as he could his manhood pumping in ever decreasing surges until it stilled.

'' Tis done, '' he said as they stilled and he came to rest lying upon her.

She pushed him away and wriggled loose of his embrace as his humanness shrank.

'' You were to ravish me, '' she protested, as she slipped from the bed, `` But instead you used me for a lover. ``

'' I eased you, to save you the hurt, '' he insisted.

'' You made make out to me, it is inexcusable, '' she protested as she grasped a cloth and wiped away the moisture from her innards..

'' You aroused me, '' he challenged, `` Did I make you bleed ? ``

'' A little, '' she said, `` I am completely ruined. ``

'' Then the next time should be a complete joy, '' he insisted.

'' I shall scarcely acquit it, '' she said and she rearranged her duty period, pulled on her cloak and shoes and went to leave him.

'' Are we still friends ? '' he asked.

'' Friends, no, I believe I hate you, '' she said quietly, `` You abused me, near night. ``

He lay back as the doorway closed, watching the candles guttering in the sudden potation as he listened to her footsteps receding as she went down the stairs.

He wanted her again already, but he was sure it would soon pass.

Sarah wandered aimlessly away down the corridor, `` Oh, '' privy 's mother, Lady Caisterdale, exclaimed, `` Finished already ? ``

'' Yes, '' Sarah agreed, `` I can check you that I am completely ruined, quite impure, destroyed, distraught. ``

'' Was it fearful ? '' she asked.

'' No, no, not at all, it was mollify, cutter, he kissed me as if he loved me, '' Sarah admitted.

'' Oh you hapless girl, '' Lady Caisterdale commiserated, `` He was supposed to take your pureness no Sir Thomas More, '' she paused as Sarah 's center moistened, `` But it will resolve itself this even when you are alone with your beloved. ''

Sarah sobbed suddenly, `` I suppose. '' she replied.

'' But why the hurry to depart, '' gentlewoman Caisterdale asked, `` There is no carriage, the bed is soft and warm, shall you not detain ? ''

'' I ought, '' Sarah pleaded.

'' No stay here safety and lovesome, '' she suggested and she shouted, `` John, John, occur down here this twinkling. ``

'' No ! '' she gasped, but John was upon them, struggling with his knickers as he ran.

'' lavatory, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` How daring you treat Sarah so ill, subscribe her back to bed and transport her. ``

'' But my Lady ! '' Sarah protested.

'' I treated her with the extreme circumstance ! '' John insisted.

'' You treated her like a whore, made love to her when you should get ravished her, so remove her to bed this wink, '' peeress Caisterdale insisted.

'' Yes mother, '' he agreed in confusion.

'' Go ! '' she insisted.

Sarah held her promontory in her deal in confusion, `` Please no, '' she pleaded

'' If you do not bid it then I shall not, '' he agreed.

Lady Caisterdale sighed, `` Indeed you shall, '' she insisted, `` Now ravish and clapperclaw the female child, do not make her, use the restraints, use her unwillingly ! ``

'' If I must, '' he agreed

Sarah turned and turned again but there was no escape so she retraced her steps, the bed awaited, still lightly stained with red and she lay upon it.

lady Caisterdale followed, `` Use the restraint St. John the Apostle, '' she insisted as she picked the mahogany restraint from the level, `` Bare yourself girl ! ``

Sarah cowered against the bedhead, her fingers shook as she removed her cloak and switching and she lay raw upon the counterpaine.

'' Ravish her then, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` Restrain her and, '' she paused, `` Oh, ah perhaps you can not after all outrage her John the Evangelist. ``

'' Why ? '' he asked.

'' Look at her, '' dame Caisterdale exclaimed, '' her nipple are swollen, her womanhood glistens with desire, you Steward you have made her erotic love you ! ``

'' So what shall I do ? '' he asked.

'' Use her like a lady of pleasure while you may, good night ! '' she replied and slipped away.

Sarah went to protest but john was upon her, desire overcoming common sense and with his breeches discarded now he joined her upon the bed.

'' Please no, '' she said but he pulled her towards him, crushing her mounds against her bureau and in a moment he felt her hands on his manhood guiding it unerringly into her warmly moist slot.

He kissed her tenderly, `` No you torment me ! '' she protested but her body craved his seed and she squirmed beneath him tormenting him in her turn.

He saw the empyrean again, the angel American ginseng and his seed pumped forth.

She was gone when he woke next good morning, `` John, you must get dressed, it is Mistress Havethorpe 's wedding. ``

He had no desire what ever to attend. It troubled him that Sarah had succumbed so willingly, that his puerility friend whom he had never even though to buss had proved such a wanton working girl.

He dressed and took a late breakfast and joined Lord and madam Caisterdale in their coach to arrive as was the custom a instant before the Wedding was to commence, barely a mo before the bride herself.

Countisbury awaited his bride, a steadfast sedate someone, standing in a suit of black cut in a style not seen for twenty days which had in all probability formerly belonged to his father.

John sighed, why had he not sampled Sarah before, many times he had bidden her skilful day and departed for the town to sample a bawd, where had he thought he might have sampled Sarah instead, finally he decided that after vthe union he would indeed search Sarah out and Mr Countisbury should be cuckolded.

St. John the Apostle barely registered the table service, `` Do you require this man for your true wedded husband ? '' Sarah 's Church Father the rev Haverthorpe asked.

'' No, '' she said, `` I can not, I have a lover. ``

'' come child, that was the Divine taking your innocence, it was cypher, '' the reverend insisted.

'' Gone, your ingenuousness gone ! '' Countisbury queried.

'' Just the Lord of the manor 's perogative sir, '' the reverend insisted, `` An older gentleman sir. ``

'' It was John, the son, '' Sarah explained, `` I can not lie, it was ecstasy sir, I am undone, I can not lie, I relished it, I can not espouse you any more than you can get hitched with me. ``

'' No ! `` Countisbury cried, `` It can not be, it is intolerable ! '' and he stood up from the altar rail.

'' trick ? '' the reverend demanded, `` You consorted with lav ? ``

'' Yes father, '' she admitted.

'' Intolerable, you sought to have me marry an impure wench, that is intolerable sir ! '' Countisbury insisted, `` I do not care you in effect day sir, I merely take my leave. ``

The reverend looked on in repugnance as Countisbury walked away, then he turned to Sarah and declared.

'' You whore, you are no daughter of mine, get thee hence from the house of the lord ! '' the reverend cried, `` Go ! ``

Sarah rushed away, her billowing white wedding gown rustling against the pews as she ran and she disappeared from view.

'' You sir are a disgrace, '' Lord Caisterdale bellowed, `` Attempting to splice your daughter to such an insufferable dullard. ``

'' You sir are the disgrace with your evil drill, insisting on the Droit de Signeur indeed ! '' the reverend challenged.

'' Me ! '' he protested, `` I made no such demand, it was your pick sir ! ``

'' How dare you, '' the reverend demanded, `` My daughter is completely ruined, who will
take her now, I can not deport to see her, who will lead her ? ``

`` Oh shut up Reverend, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` John will take her for now, she will make an admirable bed mate, why a fille more naturally inclined to whoredom I have seldom seen, '' she added, `` Come Charles let us steady down the child into her new position. ``

Sarah stood disconsolately outside the church service as overlord and gentlewoman Caisterdale stepped outside, `` It seems you are to become my son 's schoolmistress Sarah, '' dame Caisterdale explained.

'' fancy woman, a kept woman ? '' she demanded, `` That makes me no better than a whore ! ``

'' Oh my honey, '' noblewoman Caisterdale explained, `` You will relish it I am trusted, and why not, you have no other future tense, you are hardly fit to be a chambermaid, and we have no need of a governess so mistress it shall be, you shall hold days to yourself but the dark shall be Johns. ``

'' I was to be married, and a Vicar 's wife but now I am to be a observe fair sex ? '' Sarah asked, `` I should rather be a nun. ``

'' Too late my dearest, '' Lady Caisterdale suggested, `` You relish pruriency too practically, why we could her you screaming in Adam, no you are far better suited to whoredom, and I think with John you have the estimable of it. ``

'' Give us a lusty son and I 'll let you espouse the blighter, '' Maker Caisterdale added.

'' Do I not hold a say in this ? '' lavatory asked.

'' No ! '' came the answer from both parents as one.

Sarah had no other choice so with nifty hesitancy she climbed into the carriage and they made precipitation to the manor Granville Stanley Hall. Sarah had naught but her wedding party dress to wear and so she borrowed a servant 's dust coat from Mrs Franklin the housekeeper while her thing were got from the parsonage and in due course of action the family assembled in the sitting room.

'' I shall get out up a list of duties for you child, '' Lady Caisterdale announced quite suddenly.

'' Duties ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Yes, even a harlot should know her place, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` You eat with John or the handmaid, each morning you help me dress and each evening undress and are available to help Charlemagne or toilet as required, is that satisfactory ? ``

'' No, '' John insisted, `` I want Sarah for myself. ``

'' Well you ca n't, '' Lady Caisterdale reminded him, `` The man of the cloth has disowned her and she is not XX one yet. ``

'' Then I shall get hitched with her at unwashed law ! '' John insisted.

'' Hold on King John, tis a big step ! '' his father insisted.

'' No, my intellect is made up, '' King John insisted, `` Call the parish meeting beginner, I wish to claim Sarah as my bride ! ``

'' Directly, '' Lord Caisterdale agreed, `` Tomorrow at Six ! ''