“Sybil-“ The uncertainty in her face struck Henri’s heart, and for a second he forgot himself, taking a step closer - a small one, but it was enough to render the space between them less than correct - and catching her fingertips, however briefly, with his own.

Ever sensible, he recovered quickly. Taking a step back, he clasped his hands behind him and managed something like a bow. “Please forgive me,” he whispered. “I look forward to tomorrow.” Swallowing hard, Henri turned round and hurried for the door.