The Lord of the Manor returned from his grouse hunt quite a bit earlier than expected.
He entered the master bedroom to change, and found her Ladyship laying naked in their four poster bed, making passionate love to their neighbour, Sir Reginald Carpley.
The irate Lord stood stiffly and loudly berated his wife for her infidelity.
With thunder in his voice, he reminded her that he had taken her from a miserable existence on a local run-down farm, given her a fine home, provided her with servants, expensive clothes and jewels, and almost anything she desired.
By this time the woman was crying inconsolably.
His Lordship then turned his wrath on his supposed friend…
“And as for you Reggie… you might at least stop while I’m talking!”
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