[[OOM:
An impossible dream]]
Urquhart has made sure he looks quite normal again, after throwing lots of cold water into his face, before going downstairs to hide in a corner with coffee.
He is hiding in the same out-of-the-way chair near the fireplace he
occupied yesterday, long legs drawn up, cloak wrapped around him, some twigs of dates close at hand.
Not being able to speak at least means he can't say the wrong thing.