“Also,” said Osric, removing his own cloak, “I’m not at your beck and call. Don’t summon me like this again.” Fairhrim grew rigid. She turned to him and spoke with a false sort of brightness. “Oh? And I’m at yours, am I? You can impose meetings on me, in abandoned barns, at midnight, without offering me any kind of alternative, but meeting during perfectly normal hours under a perfectly well-thought-out pretext in a perfectly suitable location presents difficulties, does it? I showed your schedule the same respect you showed mine; didn’t you like it?”
