OH WHAT A CAD HE WAS

Oh what a cad he was, a right bounder I must say, tip toeing all down the high street at all hours of the evening, darting behind phone boxes and whispering in ladies ears and absconding immediately and proposing marriage to duchesses and boarding tramp steamers to India and smelling all the wonderful spices and wondering what ghastly nefarious activities he could get up to next, caring not for the innocent flower petals he was trampling in his wake, oh the horror of it all