The next morning came much sooner than desired. No light streamed onto the bed, the closed hangings kept it at bay. Isaac and Lavinia were awoken instead by a heavy banging on the door. Lavinia sat up, drawing the covers to her shoulders. Disgruntled, Isaac swung his legs out of bed. He pulled his dressing gown tight around himself and stood. Opening the door, he came face to face with Marco.

“You got here so soon,” he said. “I didn’t even have time to send out ...