“Mr. Barrow, isn’t it?” Sybil had pointed out Thomas earlier, and though Henri was eager to meet this friend from home - the sole connection she had to a life and family left behind, in fact - he had hesitated up to this point. The fellow seemed decidedly worn, and Henri was no fool; Christmas did not always bring joy, and he was loathe to burden the man with introductions and holiday cheer. But avoiding him seemed ruder still, so Henri approached and offered Thomas his hand in greeting. “I do not think we have had the pleasure to meet yet."