I returned home later than I thought I would. It had been dark for a while and the streets had been quiet. A quiet drizzle of rain turned every surface to mirrors reflecting the gas streetlights in the noble quarter, the simple candle lit streetlights of the rich quarter, and finally the darkness of the poor quarter. Even the home with fire inside had their shutters closed against the damp cold.
Sir Fairenson once more gave me a hand out of the carriage.
No sooner had my feet touched the stone of the street then Gus appeared in the doorway, showing pale like a ghost in the darkness.
I thanked Sir Fairenson and the coach before allowing myself to be pulled inside the still warm common room. Gus closed the door quietly behind him, but didn't let go of my hand. Rather, he tugged me down t
