Lord Grope exploded. The events of the past ten minutes had finally found their way through his skull and therein they painted a rough picture of what was going on around him.
“You insolent oaf!” he bellowed, “are you accusing me- us- of pilfering?”
Arnthwaite Grimper smiled at Lord Grope in a way that Arnthwaite Grimper would never have smiled at Lord Grope prior to his moment on the road to Damascus; or rather, his revelation and metamorphosis in m’Lady’s bedroom.
“Indeed I am. How astute of you to notice. Now, if I may continue with the divine lady here?”