The doors were locked and there was no sign of life about the shuttered place.

The cafes were closed on this day of rest, so there was nothing left for him to do but to slink off to his room in the Regengetz, there to read or to play solitaire and to curse the progress of civilisation.
Monday was little better than Sunday.

Hobbs positively refused to escort him to the Castle grounds again.

No amount of bribing or browbeating could move the confounded Englishman from his stand.

He was willing to take him anywhere else, but never again would he risk a personally conducted tour into hot waters royal.