“I think we had better proceed with alacrity, Sir Samuel. I have brought your dress uniform, and your shaving things are by the basin.” “What? What?” “You are due at the University in half an hour. Lady Sybil has vouchsafed to me that if you are not there she will utilize your intestines for hosiery accessories, sir.” “Was she smiling?” said Vimes, staggering to his feet and making his way to the steaming basin on the washstand. “Only slightly, sir.” “Oh gods . . .” “Yes, sir.”
