“Yes. Lionel and—myself.”
Sir Geoffrey sprang to his feet, alert and furious.
“Good God!”
Lady Pomfret said mildly:
“I fear this is a shock to you.”
He looked apoplectic. Even now, realisation that his wife sided against him had not quite come to him.
“A shock,” he repeated, “a shock? It’s positively an—an—what word do I want?”
By long force of habit, he turned to his faithful henchman.
“An earthquake?” suggested Fishpingle.
“Yes. Thank you, Ben. This is an earthquake. I—I feel as if the foundations of my life had been—a—undermined. Not a word, I beg you.”