Khandro reminds me very much in his crusade to protect the reputation of a complete stranger based entirely on his own skewed notion that a woman of 'position' must automatically be blameless, of Mr Justice Potts, who presided over Lord Archer's perjury trial.
While having no trouble at all in sentencing the slippery Lord to four years in the clink for trying to slide out of refunding damages to a daily paper, the judge was clearly tendered misty-eyed by his rather sad crush on Lady Archer, referring to her as 'a vision of elegance, fragrance and radiance'.
His inference to the listening world was that his Lordship had absolutely no business consorting with some trollop, when he had the elegant, fragrant and radiant Lady Archer back at home waiting for his return after a hard day's chicanery.
It is rather sad that any mature man can assume such virtuous inability to be anything other than an angel in human form, for a complete stranger, based, in the judge's case, on his obvious infatuation with the defendant's wife, and in Khandro's case, with his unshakeable belief that someone attached the palace is utterly incapable of being offensive to the lower orders.
The judge was driven by his own nonsensical crush, and Khandro is driven by is belief that the upper classes are beyond reproach.
Both looked foolish then, and foolish now.