Bartholomew stops packing and looks at you incredulously. Then he looks at the stack of books in his hands and

Bartholomew stops packing and looks at you incredulously. Then he looks at the stack of books in his hands and keeps silent for a long time, figuring something out in his mind. Finally, Bartholomew sighs and puts his books aside. "I cannot refuse such an offer. Of course, Your Grace, I shall enter your service. — After all, it's such a rare opportunity."