As Alistair left with Lolo, and Tom with Christine the dinner table grown rather silent after the sudden outburst by the Lady although it was understandable by the actions that had taken place. When the remaining members at the table had begun to eat their fill Cyril was nearly finished himself as he listened in on the conversations amongst the table without interruptions from his meal. He was happy with the night, certainly not one he would be forgetting any time soon as he saw Evie walk into the room with her hand wrapped it reminded him of the punishment she was to receive this evening. He grabbed his things in no haste and walked towards her as well as those surrounding her.<br/><br/><strong>"Such a nasty burn you have their dear Evie, please get well soon."</strong>he spoke politely as he continued,<strong>"As for your punishment please think nothing of it from me I shall let you have your rest, I'm sure my dear friend will agree with me. Much harm has been inflicted upon your tender skin there is no need to heighten that pain. Please feel free to stop by my room later if you feel the need to rest at someone's side this evening."</strong>Cyril gave her a gentle kiss upon the cheek showing no harm was indeed done before speaking to the rest of the remaining guests.<br/><br/><strong>"I do hope you all have an enjoyable evening as I have had. It was a pleasure as always playing for you."</strong>he spoke as he bowed his head to them.<strong>"Now if you'll excuse me I shall take my leave, I do believe the library is calling me at this hour please do not hesitate to call for me if needed."</strong>Cyril began to head out of the now silent dinning room and headed towards the library (http://www.stjohnks.net/sjmainstreet/assets/images/victorian_library.jpg) hearing Lolo's violin playing as he passed yet he could tell something was amiss as he walked by. He thought nothing of it as he knew it was most likely another one of Alistair's games and continued down the hall towards the library.<br/><br/>Upon arriving Cyril draped his coat over one of the elegant seats once more and placed his violin beside it. He began to scour the tomes, scrolls, and books, and other items filled with knowledge that his mind would be eager to indulge in his search lasted a few good minutes as he took in the various titles. He finally settled upon reading an old favorite of his,<em>The Pickwick Papers</em>by Charles Dickens. He sighed in a relaxed tone as he grabbed the book and moved over to his chair and began to read as the sun fell from the horizon and twilight came forth as the moon glowed into the library providing the light Cyril needed to read. He stood up once more from his seat and grabbed a candle lighting it to give him a better view.<br/>