The trow scowled at Mrs Sinclair, but looked disconcerted. He bowed, deeply, responding to her formal tone. Then he straightened himself up, and stood, legs akimbo. His wig sat a little awry.
‘Madam, …
The trow scowled at Mrs Sinclair, but looked disconcerted. He bowed, deeply, responding to her formal tone. Then he straightened himself up, and stood, legs akimbo. His wig sat a little awry.
‘Madam, …