*instead of explaining his meaning, he simply leans in and kisses her. Once again prevented from making love due to her time of the month, she uses her skilful mouth to please him, not as the previous time, but gently and tenderly. Exhausted from the upheaval of the day, they quickly fall asleep in an embrace as close as in the narrow ferry bed. Edward is not mentioned again. The next morning dawns warm and clear, perfect weather.
They arrive in Bonn in the late afternoon, Molly is somewhat excited as they make their way by carriage to the mysterious inn Jarvie insisted upon. All they know is that the owner is a friend of hers that she met in her archeological work, she has rented this particular suite for them for the whole summer, and that she wrote "whatever you're told about the suite is completely true". They arrive outside the inn on the far outskirts of town at around six o'clock. It is very well kept and looks quite secluded with no visible neighbours. The large front door is painted red with gold detailing, and there is a large gold bell. Having unloaded their trunk, the coachman unties the palominos before taking payment and heading back to town, leaving them on the doorstep.