And if a certain pair of winter-grey eyes flicks across Mary's face, then hold there for a moment, noting her condition and the direction of her movement, it's purely coincidence.

Meanwhile, Master Wolfe takes his leave of the headmistress, bestowing a smile (full of sharp teeth) on the utterly motionless lapdog.

And once the formalities are observed, he, too, heads toward the door, and the corridors beyond.