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The weekend party at Lord Somethingorother’s country estate was a slice of all-right till the last evening, when Bertie nattered over brandies in a dim, smoky study with Oofy Prosser and their host. All being slightly squiffy, something Oofy said about one of the housemaids of his father’s sent the conversation down curious pathways. Lord Rightonthetipofmytongue smirked, “In olden days, the lord of the manor often had a little sport with his servants.” Thus, troubled, tipsy Bertie whispered protestations of genuine adoration to his man while being poured into bed; only to be hushed and comforted by a gently-smiling Jeeves.