“The hound is simply worried that the rabbit might be in danger from a fox?” Islington answered with a different version of his mock smile; one, alas, that betrayed a genuine humour. “You enjoyed my Rabbit Room, then?” “Yes, and no. I don’t like feeling the prey.” “I have had many rabbits in my Rabbit Room, Miss Lion. Alas, you have not been one of them.” And with that, he excused himself and was gone. Well.
