Lord George Montrose, the Earl of Shrewesdale, paused momentarily, pulling down his shirt to expose the sleeve beneath his tunic. Pleased with the effect, he grabbed the door handle with a firm grip and opened the door to see a room with a group of four men assembled. Instantly recognizing Lord Clive Barrington, the earl made his way towards him, his hand extended.
"Lord Barrington," he exclaimed, "so good to see you."
"Not at all," responded Barrington, "it is I who have the honour. I was overwhelmed to receive the invitation."
Montrose released his firm grip on the man, "And who do we have here?"
"Let me introduce you," said Barrington, turning to the rest. "This is His Grace, Lord George Montrose, the Earl of Shrewesdale, though I suspect you"re all familiar with him, at least by re
