And why doesn’t love Winkler?
“I plan for such contingencies, my lord,” he said, smirking. “I assumed a fresh shirt might be useful, but I had assumed the original one would have been soiled for a different reason.”
Granger rolled his eyes at his impertinent steward. “I will see if I can dirty this one in such a manner at my earliest convenience.”
“Of that, my lord, I have no doubt,” Winkler said. He helped Granger sprinkle on a small bit of lavender water, just to make him smell fresh, and they had just finished that when the footman appeared.
As do neutered bitches as well…one hopes the ‘copies’ of the letters are removed from her belongings…