'Perriwick!' he bellowed
Perriwick materialized as if Blake had conjured him. "Yes, Mr Ravenscroft?"
"Our guest had a slight accident," Blake said, waving his hand toward the wet spot on the carpet.
"Our invisible guest you mean?"
All Blake did was say, "I beg your pardon?"
"If I might be so bold as to make a deduction based upon your behaviour of the past few days, Mr Ravenscroft-"
"Just get to the point, Perriwick."
"You clearly did not want it to be made public that Miss...ah...Miss....er...shall we call her invisible-"
"Miss Trent," Caroline supplied helpfully.
"-Miss Trent is here."
"Yes, well, she's here and that's that," Blake said irritatedly. "You needn't pretend you don't see her."
"Oh, no, Mr Ravenscroft, she is clearly visible now."
"Perriwick, one of these days I am going to strangle you."
"I do not doubt it, sir. But may I be so bold as to-"
"I merely want to inquire as to whether Miss Trent's visit here is now meant to be made public."
"No!" Caroline answered.
"Of course," Perriwick replied with a smart bow. "Now, if you will excuse me, I will see to the mishap."
"Thank you, Perriwick," Blake said.
"If I might be so bold, Mr Ravenscroft-"
"What is it now, Perriwick?"
"I merely wished to suggest that you and Miss Trent might be more comfortable having your tea in another room while I tidy this one."
"Oh, he's not having tea with me," Caroline said.
"Yes, I am," Blake ground out.
"I dont see why. You yourself said you didn't want to have anything to do with me."
"That's not entirely true," Blake shot back. "I very much enjoy crossing you."
"Yes, that much is clear."
Perriwick's head bobbed back and forth like a spectator at a badminton match, and then the old man actually smiled.
"You!" Blake snapped, point at Perriwick. "Be quiet."
Perriwick's hand went to his heart in a dramatic gesture of dismay. "If, I might be so-"
"Perriwick, you're the boldest damned butler in England, and you well know it."