Judge Teasdale: Ah yes, isn't that the one that ends happily?
Horace Rumpole: Happily *all* Miss Nettleship's novels end, my Lord - eventually.
[laughter from the jury]
You know, Simels, you going on and on about your Poldark fetish as if it's supposed to bother me only succeeds in making me feel smug. I'm not unhappy to learn that you and other Eschatots are thrilled by faux-18th century bodice rippers as made by the BBC. It's mildly amusing to find out that beneath that cynical, would-be sophisticate pose you're really the Judge Teasdale sort. Like you, he enjoys a "ripping yarn," only he's got the attention span to read them.
If I could find my copy of the Rumpole Omnibus that contains The Bubble Reputation I'd have more but I don't have time to search for it. I think of my time reading all of the Rumpole stories as a minor vice but at least those were funny. I'll always think of you with a judicial wig and a fussy little manner, seeking vicarious but entirely safe thrills, now.
Tell me, is Duncan a fan of that drivel, too?
Update: Oh, dear. Lord Simps is not amused.