You've had too much too drink." Daddy, don't be a spoilsport. It's the first time we've done a real grown-up thing together. Aren't you having fun?" S...e fed me a chocolate- covered strawberry, a dessert compliments of the house."You know I am, sweetheart. I always have fun with you." Good," she said. Suddenly, she looked very serious. "Daddy, you've always given me everything I've ever asked for, haven't you?"I smiled. "Within reason. I couldn't buy you that Jeep you wanted for your birthday,. At that time the Earl was fifty-one years older than his new most junior employee, and she had never even seen him. His only son, the Viscount Oxenhome, was some thirty years younger, married but with no children. Priscilla had no illusions about her status, but reasoned that if she played her cards right she could be promoted to parlour maid where she might meet some rich visitor who could be persuaded to take her into his bed, and then blackmailed into taking her up the aisle to a life of. She thought of how obedient her son was. She had to be as reliable as he was.They went upstairs to their room where they washed up and dressed for dinner. The best part of living in a boarding house was the wonderful food that was served. It was true there was little choice, you ate what was served but it was always good. Tonight was wiener schnitzel. There was no better food in the world than wiener schnitzel. After dinner they would share a dark beer and then return to their tiny room. "Don't fret," I whispered. "There's nothing they can do to you." Well, young man," said the principal, "what do you have to say for yourself?" As to what, sir?" As to your insulting Mr. Simmonds." I didn't insult him." He says you did." I told him not to be a twit. That's not being insulting." And what would you call it?" A precautionary admonition, sir." Rachel tittered."And who taught you to say that?" Mr. Simmonds, sir. He's quite insistent about improving our vocabularies." Hmpf. Yes. Quite.