The sight of the master in the garden wasn't particularly common, but it was welcome largely because of its rarity. Calvin often encouraged him to take a turn around the garden, if only to breathe some air other than that of the manor, but such encouragement was rarely ever met with any sort of action. He supposed it made sense that the cat getting loose would be the impetus to drive him so far afield of the smoking room and his mournful records.
"Yes," Calvin agreed, his smile schooling itself into something a little more neutral, though there was still a hint of a gleam in his eye at he said, "A poor skylark required rescue as a result. She's had quite--" he sneezed. "Excuse me." He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and blew his nose. "Quite an eventful afternoon, sir."