"I was worried that the death of the Pine Devil was... more sinister. But it does seem to be benevolently done." No other strange skeletons or betrayed friends to get to that.

Chris's wanderings take them close to the reading tables. The tables are fairly close together, on the understanding that everyone is going to read in silence. At busy times, that's quite a few warm bodies... if one spent a long time reading, it's a perfect time and place to shed some layers...

Chris bends down and picks up something green from where it slipped off a chair back and onto the floor beneath a table. They dust it off a little, and hold it out to Degas -- a somewhat worn green scarf, decorated with yellow flowers and red birds.