"Oh not for long..." Tristan admitted. He let the wine spin in his glass, but then set it down again without drinking. He would need to eat a little more. Tristan was not a heavy drinker. He was careful not to drink too often on his own, especially during times he felt particularly lonely and miserable. So he would need to drink slowly now, if he did not want to get drunk. "A few weeks, so business isn't great yet. It's not easy to establish a name. But I hope that in time it will earn better than the asylum and provide a more stable life."

He continued: "Although I have to say working in the asylum was by choice, much against my father's advice even. I've always been fascinated by the human mind. And I believed I could make a difference, improve things, maybe even do groundbreaking research... I did care about the work and my patients." He looked at Douglas with a wry smile. "But I guess I have reached that age where I have to admit my youthful ambitions were naïve and my father's advice to set up a practice and settle down sounds more sensible."

And yet he was unhappy.