"knowledge," opined mr barbourforth, "is a dangerous thing, especially when it may not be true."
ternwhistle, who had been set at his ease by the surprisingly affable barbourforth and offered a cup of tea on his arrival, nodded politely. his brain still fogged from his nocturnal descent into depravity, he was attempting to digest the startling information he had been greeted with - namely, that barbourforth was terminating his interest in the fotherinton inheritance.
"but what about the documents, sir?, " ternwhistle managed to ask.
116. a polite enquiry
"could you direct me to madwood, sir?" the orphan politely asked the little man. there was, she thought, no point in dissembling her destination. as it was almost certainly his destination also, whether he had actually been following her or not.
"do you mean can i actually point you in the direction?" the little man laughed, and the top hat on his head, which did not seem to fit him perfectly, wobbled slightly.
he looked around, and the orphan followed gaze.
all around was desolation - desolation, which, in the bleak morning light, carried not the slightest hint of romance.
"no need of that."
117. main force
"how are we to get the documents?" lieutenant valentine corgrave raised his eyebrows. "by taking them, of course. by main force, if need be."