"For the love of God, Laurence," says Granby, more exasperated than angry, reaching out to pluck the piece of paper out of Laurence's hands altogether, tucking it into his sketchbook for safe-keeping. Laurence's inability to see what was in front of him was perpetually infuriating.

"Enough. I want you, I mean to have you - my shoulder is fine and I have waited long enough."