ke, well what of it?
"Ah," murmured the Duke with sympathetic resentment of the world's censure, "what of it?"
"There was a lady in Montana," said Hank courteously, "a charming lady she was too, who smoked morning, noon and night, and nobody thought any worse of her."
The lady basked in the approval. Of course, only smoked very occasionally, a teeny weeny cigarette.
"That woman," said Hank solemnly, "was never without a pipe or a see-gar. Smoked Old Union plug--do you remember her, Duke?"
"Let me see," pondered the Duke, "the lady with the one eye or--"
"Oh, no," corrected Hank. "she died in delirium tremens--no, don't you remember the woman that ran away with Bill Suggley to Denver, she got tried for poisonin' him afterwards."
"Oh, yes!" The Duke's face lit up, but Mrs. G. coughed dubiously.
Mr. Roderick Nape called. He was mysterious and shot quick glances round the room and permitted himself to smile quietly.
They had the conventional opening.
A Wodehousian comic novel about the Duc de Montevillier, who -- despite his aristocratic French lineage, is a root' tootin' cowboy out of Texas. He takes up residence in the London suburbs, pays court to the damsel next door from atop a sacred stepladder and is beset by bad guys, both of the of the Wild West and the City financier variety, with loads of witty language and drollery.
Unfortunately, this text is riddled with typographical errors and the story ends so abruptly that I can't help wonder whether some portion is missing.
I enjoyed this book. Lots of humor throughout.