"Ye've the right of that, matey," Una said, after a moment's pause to ensure that no more operetta was forthcoming. "There's all sorts of mischief a body could get up to. 'Specially with such a cutlass as the two of ye have."

Which was a fair point, but yet another saucy wink was completely uncalled for. What the hell was wrong with—oh, well, that was obvious, wasn't it? Sod the park.