Clarence's Delegation to the Chairman

Sir James met me at the barbecue. And told me Tony had given him responsibility for looking after me that afternoon. He delegated me to one of his horse racing cronies, some duke or other called Clarence. This guy, Clarence, took me into the house and started showing me the portraits in the West Wing. I soon ended up in the bedroom with him. Of course. So they were looking at some family portraits, potentially of Clarence's like that aren't Edna? She'd attend these lawns when she was with us. That's great, great Uncle Michael. Great Uncle Cornelius. Now can I take you to the bedroom, do you? Or your dead relies?