Chapter SevenYiannis was debating whether to go out for a walk, and risk getting lost in this confusing city, or just stay and perhaps find something to read. He didn’t know when he would be issued an invitation by one of Lord Pemberton-Howe’s friends to sketch their artifacts. Yiannis hated being at loose ends with nothing to do. After years at university, he wasn’t used to having free time.
The one thing he was certain of, however, was that if he stayed in his bedroom for one moment longer he would scream. He got up and walked out the door but then hesitated. The butler had pointed out the family drawing room to him the other day. If he wasn’t mistaken, it was the first door at the top of the stairs. Perhaps there were books there or a newspaper to read. He’d avoided interrupting and bo
