Tristan turned and smiled at Douglas. "Very well. This way." He led Douglas across the landing and into the study. It was a small room, with only space for a desk, two chairs on either side, a book case, and some plants, but the two large windows, looking out on the street side made it look somewhat bigger.

Unlike the rather empty book case in the drawing room, the one in here was filled with books in English, Italian, French and German on medicine, insanity, lunacy, the human body, and other medical topics. One section in the corner was covered with little doors. Tristan had considered it wiser to hide away the books on the more delicate topics intended not intended for a wider audience.

"Here we are. How would this do?"