"Suns may set and rise again, for us, when the short light has once set, remains to be slept the sleep of one unbroken night."

The accent is rich and dark, and wraps around Jane like a warm shawl.

"The Roman poet, is it not?"

The gentleman at the end of the row of books wears a grey frock coat over matching waistcoat and trousers. Hat and gloves and dark glasses perhaps seem out of place here, but it doesn't seem to matter much at all.

"Forgive me for the intrusion, my lady. But you have such a lovely voice." He doffs his hat for a brief moment.