The thought of being trapped here is...unnerving, to say the least. Particularly if all those in this place are similar to this young girl.

'I suppose I shall have to find out for myself,' he says. 'Sooner rather than later.' He tucks his book under his arm, and gives Mary another small bow. 'My thanks, Mary Lennox-san. And my apologies for disturbing your garden, and mistaking it for another's.'

After a pause, he adds belatedly, 'I will not step on the pansies.'