The Master was dead, slain by the invaders. The countryside burned. The household was in disarray. Half the china was smashed. The dinner party was - almost certainly - canceled.
"Mrs. Weatherby," said Jules, "the situation is dire."
"What will we do? What can we do?" The housekeeper wrung her chubby hands while Sarah, the chambermaid, sobbed into her apron.
Jules mustered all the considerable forces of eyebrow at his command. "We shall do what we always do, Mrs. Weatherby," he said. he reached above the fireplace and withdrew the ancient saber. "We will bring order to chaos. We will clean house."
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