'But he must not lie here, disgracing a respectable lady's house,' said Alfred, backing up his friend.
'Then I shall get a stretcher,' said Bobby, 'and have him taken to the station.'
'No, don't do that,' said the considerate Julius, 'or else Miss Larcher will have to appear-as a witness before the magistrate-most disagreeable position for a young lady to be placed in.'
'You are always right, Larkyns,' replied his faithful friend. 'I say, Officer, never mind saying anything at the station. Take the degraded beast across the street to the Red Lion and tell the boots from me to find some sort of a bed somewhere. I'll pay for it. He can be turned out when he's sober, you know, and there'll be no trouble to you, and no nuisance to Miss Larcher.'
That lady simpered and smiled, and expressed her sense of the polite consideration of the two gentlemen, and finally asked them to step in and refresh themselves. This being exactly what Julius wanted, the two friends were preparing to enter, when all of a sudden Captain Torrant pretended to discover that the object of their united disgust had a folded paper in his hand. This he extricated from between his finger and thumb, not dreaming however of severing the ligature that bound them together. And then gravely addressing Miss Larcher he remarked: 'By an extraordinary coincidence, this note seems to be addressed to you.'
'To me!' exclaimed the lady in great surprise, tearing it open, and in the first instance looking at the signature: 'Seth Stiggins! Why it can never be! Yes, but it is though-oh my, what a state for a babe of grace, a minister of the word!' Then, looking into the contents, she continued: 'Oh, the nasty, filthy wretch, take him awayout of my sight-such an insult! Into the nearest horse-pond with him,' and so on, in a high state of wrathful excitement.
Here the policeman returned with a couple of men and a stretcher; and Captain Torrant paid them all three for their trouble, while reiterating his commands to have the culprit conveyed to the Red Lion.
In the meantime, Julius was accompanying Miss Larcher to the house, begging her most earnestly and affectionately not to agitate herself.
'Indeed sir, you are very kind and polite,' replied the lady, 'but to think of that wretch, whom I have so long considered one of the elect, coming to my house in a filthy state of intoxication, and with a face like a badly stuffed owl, and to deliver me such a note-oh, I shall die of shame and horror!!'
'Not at all, my dear Miss Larcher,' replied Julius tenderly, 'we cannot afford to lose you on account of any such a wretch as that. Pray what is in his vile scrawl that should agitate you so deeply?'
'Indeed sir, I am almost ashamed to show it to you, but here it is. It would have been bad enough if he had written it while tipsy, but he had been sober enough when he wrote it, and that makes it more insulting, I know his handwriting.'
Here Julius could hardly keep his countenance, for the note had been written, partly under his direction, by Cornet Periwinkle. It stated in effect, that as she, Miss Larcher, was tolerably well provided in the world's goods and he Stiggins was not, he would have no objections to save her character by marrying her. That his friend, Major Ringtail, had told him that she made a most delicious fuck; as indeed he himself partly guessed from seeing the way in which she tossed up her pretty white legs and doubled them over that gallant officer's back, when he was rogering her in the pew last Sunday; but as he, Stiggins, considered that locality too much exposed, he suggested the vestry, after divine service, or indeed the sofa in her own private apartment, as a more suitable spot for the consummation of their mutual affection.
Concluding with a philosophical remark that she needn't be shy, for he had ascertained that the dimensions of the Major's cock were so huge that she needn't be afraid of one of a milder description.
Upon reading this precious production, Julius rose with a grave face, went to the door and locked it, glad of the opportunity of turning his back upon the lady, to conceal a triumphant grin that would come upon his features. When he returned, his face had resumed its gravity as he remarked: 'My name, dear Miss, is Larkyns, a Captain in the same regiment as this Major Ringtail, and I assure you I shall call him to account for his abominable slander.'
'And then he'll shoot you, Captain Larkyns,' exclaimed the lady, clasping her hands together in an agonized way, for the young gentleman's handsome face and figure had begun to produce a great effect upon her.
'Perhaps he may, dear Miss Larcher, but in the cause of injured beauty and innocence, I can dare anything, and if I fail you can drop a tear to my memory.'
On this artful speech, Miss Larcher (who had not been made love to for some years) turned on the Captain a look so full of love and gratitude, that the young gentleman who was by no means troubled with bashfulness, passed his arms around the lady's waist and pressed his lips to hers, murmuring as he did so: 'Make me your champion, my darling, and I will dispel this vile slander or perish in the attempt.'
To this magnificent speech, Miss Larcher could only mutter something about bloodshed, and never seeing him again. Then Julius, as if a bright idea had struck him said: 'Perhaps this villain of a Major will retract and confess it is all a lie. It is a lie, I suppose, my darling girl, is it not?'
'Oh, Captain Larkyns!' she exclaimed, in a tone of reproof.
'Nay,' said he, hastily, 'I believe it is a lie, but to make other people believe; that's the thing. There is one proof of the incorrectness of the story-that the wretched Stiggins talked about your white stockinged legs over the side of the pew. Now that part of the story is evidently false as I perceive you wear black silk.'
'Certainly,' said she very readily, 'of course, I always do,' and at the time displaying more of her legs in corroborating her statement than in prudence she ought to have done.
'Oh what exquisite legs!' said the artful dragoon, kneeling down and commencing to kiss them.
'Do you think so, Captain,' replied the lady smiling and blushing.
To this there was no verbal response, but there was more extensive kissing, in both senses of the word, higher up (he had got to her thighs by this time) and stronger in quality. And then Julius, as quietly and slyly as the operation would permit, insinuated his hand between the lady's thighs, and his finger inside her cunt.
'Oh, Captain Larkyns,' she sighed, 'I am learning to love you. Do not destroy my self-respect.'
'My sweet friend/ Julius astutely replied to this, 'I am your champion for life and death; permit me to assure myself that when I give the slanderer the lie to his teeth, I shall be speaking truly and conscientiously.'
To this the lady made no reply, but a heavy sigh. Perhaps she was soft enough to believe the seductive Larkyns; perhaps she had a longing for something, she knew not what. At any rate she was fairly in for it by this time, and made no resistance when Julius laid her back on the sofa, with one of her legs over the back of it, and the other supported by a neighbouring chair.
'This is the sofa, I suppose, on which that brute Stiggins proposed to violate you, my darling, but from henceforth it shall be kept sacred as the altar on which you sacrificed your sweet person to your devoted lover Julius!'
'Ah, Julius,' said Miss Larcher, as the dragoon was raising her clothes and opening her thighs, 'be gentle with me, indeed, I am inviolated and free from the lust of man, do not hurt me.'
'I respect you as much as I love you,' replied the lying scamp, taking out his long stiff prick, and saying to himself as he did so, 'what a jolly tight fuck the old girl will make! Here goes for her maidenhead the very first shove!'
And indeed it was so, or very nearly. Before making the shove, he took care to have himself very well established, and then when he did make it, there was a scream, not that Julius cared, for he knew that his faithful friend, Alfred, would keep intruders out of the room. He persevered in his vigorous shoves, until Miss Larcher, reassured by his passionate words and burning kisses, forgot the smart of the pain, and tasted something very like pleasure-and when Julius injected his spunk into her, and sank into her arms, she experienced a feeling of satisfaction from the sentiment that he belonged to her now and would come and ride her again. She was right there, and not far wrong in believing Julius-she would believe anything he said-when he assured her that he would have Major Ringtail turned out of the regiment next day. She little thought how easy it was to turn a man out of the regiment who was never in it.
Leaving Captain Larkyns to congratulate himself upon knowing where to go for some fresh cunt, when the spirit moved him, and Miss Larcher to take what pride she could in the idea that if she were not a married woman, she was at any rate no longer an old maid, we will follow Rosa to her finishing school at Mrs. Moreen's.
Here, as may be expected, a parlour boarder like Rosa, met with a good deal of consideration. A few showy accomplishments, and a fashionable deportment, were all that she was required to learn, and naturally lady-like and clever, their acquisition did not cost her much trouble. But she was destined to learn some other accomplishments at Mrs. Moreen's establishment, such as that worthy lady probably knew nothing about, and which she certainly
