A bartender brought Robert's drink. "Anything else, sir?"

"Bit more speed next time would be marvelous," Robert answered.

"Apologies, sir. It's very busy tonight."

But Robert rolled his eyes and waved the man away and turned back to Harry. "It is. The bastard was a porter at the station. I saw him treating my sister indecently and wrote to the railways. Got him sacked. But he and my sister complained to my father, and my father, rather than thanking me, decided to punish me by making me work as a porter. Senile old git."