"Lord Edward, what have you been doing this time?" Ada Bellows said, setting the kettle on the hob.
"That's a story for another day. I've no time for tea either," Edward said. He dried his hands on a tea towel, and pulled a comb from his pocket. First off he was going to remove nine-tenths of the Brylcreem from his hair. Then he was going to change his clothes, and get Ada to dispose of this set; he'd got her son out of a nasty jam a couple of years before, and she was a reliable sort when it came to repaying favours.
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