Wendell took my hand, steadying me, then led me sharply to the left. “Another door,” he explained. “In the fog. I haven’t the patience to investigate after enduring that tantrum up there.” “I think you just want to hold hands,” I muttered, though I did not mind. “That wouldn’t be very gentlemanly.” “You aren’t a gentleman.” “In fact, plenty of Folk are gentlemen. And plenty of mortal men are not.”
