"Indeed," said Lowbeer. The top hat altered the look of her features, he thought, due mainly to concealing the white quiff, which ordinarily lent her face animation. Without it, she looked studious, and a bit owlish. Like his own costume, hers suggested mourning, perhaps in deference to Fearing’s perpetual bereavement. "This way, please." Ushering him in the direction of St. Paul’s. "Have you attended the commemoration, here, of the Second Great Fire? December twenty-ninth and thirtieth."