people are snogging enthusiastically in a haystack

Oh, is that what the amorous sounds were? I'd envisaged something much, much worse.

I loved one, your man Tom’s got his eye on your place, two, that’s not your horse and you’re not bloody gyppos, and three – thank you, my lord.. It made me go, "Huh? - Oh!" I love moments like that. Well done Bunter for sounding the horn, and Peter for waking up, in spite of sleeping what was doubtless the sleep of the well and truly worn out.

Also, I felt a strong twinge of sympathy at it was hard to feel sentimental about the seventeenth Mrs Merdle.