Oh, what a wonderful find! When I think about it, of course Jack would inevitably run into Henry Fitzroy. I'd love to the conversation that ensues from this point on. Heh. And also, I loved the phrase about London smelling like a foreign port. It illustrates the swinging sixties, and it also pinpoints Henry's origins, in a time when all the spices that surged to the fore as perfumes in the 1960s were truly a foreign thing. A really clever ingredient to a pleasing little vignette.
heh, I laughed at the concept before I even read the story. Very cute. Poor Henry and poor confused Jack.