The valet of a very proper british peer bursts into his lord's bed chamber late one night. The valet says, "My lord, my lord, come quickly. There's a bounder in congress with her ladyship in her ladyship's bed chamber!" The old gentleman, waking slowly, mumbles, "Harumph, Harumph.... Well, we will see about that". His lordship grabs his shotgun and hurrys off with his valet to her ladyships bedchamber. They sneak through the door and indeed there is a bounder in congress with her ladyship. The old gentleman raises his shotgun and blasts the bounder away. As the smoke clears, the valet, in a moment of unwant familiarity pats his lord on the shoulder and says, "Ever the sportsman, my lord. You caught him on the rise".
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