<p>A liltingly moving piece of writing from a wonderfully fruity romancer' - Financial Times Where Darcy departing Dublin descends on his darkly decrepit desmesne, skint as a boiled bone. There to ponder his leaking, bat-ridden birthright, devilishly diverted by sexy Miss von B and readily rolled up by Ronald Rashers. And Sees Leila. Lovely, lissome Leila - who tells him no. A definite negative. So Darcy is back to Dublin and the noisome stews to...