“Young Hawkes. Have you been out long?” I asked. “All night. I am just now headed back to my rooms.” Having no set societal answer of what one ought to say when the vicar is out all night, I settled on, “I hope you cleared all the tables.” He began to nod, then stopped himself, mouth twisting, eyebrows knitting together. “I was at a deathbed, Miss Lion, not a gaming club.”
