“A tour, Mr Grubb? Well, yes. That would be fine. Would you prefer during the day or at night?” I felt my ears colour once more at the reference to our previous late-night encounter. No one else of course, picked up on the jibe.
“Any time of your convenience, my lord.”
“I shall arrange something shortly then, Mr Grubb,” he said, then added, “And please, don’t bother to dress up, will you?”
“Err…No. Thank you, sir.” That sounded like another dig at my lack of attire the night before. Despite his apparent shyness, he seemed adept at ways to pay me back for my assault on his arm. I had been led to believe that the successor to the Oaklight family was not fully in possession of his wits. An impression I was rapidly learning was out of date.
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Breakfast ended when a word from Greaves
