“Nor I” said Lightwood. “Shall we go?”

“Being here, let us stay. You ought to see it out, and I won’t leave you. Besides, that lonely girl with the dark hair runs in my head. It was little more than a glimpse we had of her that last time, and yet I almost see her waiting by the fire tonight. Do you feel like a dark combination of traitor and pickpocket when you think of that girl?”

“Rather,” returned Lightwood. “Do you?”

“Very much so.”