It was not only Leonardo who had instilled in her this distrust of men. Breakfast was laid for one, a dish of fruit and a shining coffee equipage. Why would your mother be so impatient?” Lucy speculated. Aware of the cunning and desperate characters of the persons with whom she would have to deal,—aware, also, that she was in a quarter where no laws could be appealed to, nor assistance obtained, she felt the absolute necessity of caution. “Let us walk round to Covent Garden,” he suggested.