"You see, dear ladies, although in truth you are more girls than ladies, why you are all still in the first flush of youth," and the Archdeacon took another sip of tea, this cup fortified with a small measure of gin: "the only reason I have not been back since Boxing Day is, not of my own volition, but put upon me by the Dean, a Ministry among the bindle stiffs, of which you can have no idea how many there are, crowding into the City in the deep midwinter, sheltering under railway arches, congregating in doorways, scrouging into back alleys, loitering in vestibules, lying all over railway stations, even dossing down in public conveniences - which were most certainly not made for such purposes as indigents of either sex making them into bedrooms!" and he nodded to Stella to add a drop more gin to his cup: "and you cannot know how I have worked and laboured to persuade the Dean to pass it onto young Mr Flowers, the Curate at Saint Michaels, a muscular Christian if ever there was one, with the body of a weightlifter, the strapping thighs of a long-distance runner, the arms of a blacksmith, the neck of a bull, the head of an Adonis and the cock . . . . ." Fanny shrieked! ". . . . . the coxcomb hair, flame-red and sprouting thickly over his ruddy face, a youth of vigour and vitality and ideally suited to such a very specific Ministry, a man of open spaces and fresh air who wouldn't mind trudging through the darkened streets, with a lantern in hand, communing with the unemployed, the homeless, the beggars, the tramps and part-time hawkers, ladies of easy virtue and sellers of all kinds of evil things, who populate the night; oh, the stories I could tell you of what I have seen, what I have heard, what I have witnessed, but such debauches and drunken goings-on are not for such delicate, virtuous maidens as you," and he did not hear the sigh of disappointment from the four - let us not be mealy-mouthed like the Archdeacon - whores (dear, sweet, loveable darlings though they are to us, they are still, by any stretch of definitions, no two ways about it, whores) and finished his cup of gin, with a little dash of tea to give it colour, replaced it on it's saucer and looking round the table asked: "anyone for a game of Strip Jack Naked!"