"Neither," said Robert, though coming to think of it, brushing it off as slumming would have been a good strategy. "This is the working classes not knowing their place anymore, and I'll tell you what else, Hardcastle. You'll be next. I can't talk now. But meet me at ten at the Angel Inn." Now that Harry was here and had seen him like this, he might as well make himself useful. Robert could do with an ally.