“Oh, dear,” said Cecily. “How decidedly unpleasant.” “Do you not wish to enter?” Gabriel turned to her. “I could go instead—” “And leave me standing about on the cold pavement? How ungentlemanly. Certainly not.” She reached for the knob and pushed the door open, setting a small bell somewhere in the shop tinkling. “After me, please, Mr. Lightwood.” Gabriel went blinking after her into the dim light of the shop.
