February 10th, 1892 — Wellingtonshire

A walk through the street was a good way of escaping the sometimes cluttered nature of his home life - in particular if his house keeper was forgetting that she was not in fact his mother and would begin to chitter at him about some nonsense item in his management of the affairs of the house - which is what he was fairly sure that that was what he was paying her for.

It was a brisk, cold, but dry day. The wind was biting and it made keeping his coat closed around his chest and neck all the more difficult. He could almost feel the chest cold and sore throat now. Some of the last of the winter leaves swirled in the gutter and as his eye caught them his vision narrowed to a dizzy pinpoint and he saw a (person), drenched in foul water.

Bernard turned on the spot, searching the relatiely quiet street for the person from his vision. 'Watch out!' he shouted as the fetted water was tossed by the careless maid over the balcony.

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