Paul was early. Not through intention, particularly, but by overestimating the amount of time it would take him to walk to the Beloved's hotel from his house. In his company was a young married gentleman who, in company with his wife, acted as chaperon, nurse, and household help for his home and surgery.
Dressed smartly, creases finally eased from his suit after traveling, he checked the fob watch resting in his vest pocket, offered a slightly embarrassed smile to Harry, and went through into the lobby, relieved and pleased to see James waiting for him, and managed to remember formality enough to pause rather than greeting the young man with an embrace.
"Mr. Warren," he said politely, bowing in greeting and offering his hand. "I trust that you are well?"