Francis' look is hard and rather searching. Curiosity wars with his strong sense of right and wrong, and he sighs, shaking his head. "We are guests in this house," he points out, his tone noticeably chiding. "We ought not to follow closed passageways and servant's halls without his lordship's consent."

And yet, even as he says it, his eyes are darting back to the passageway. At last, he sighs.

"Besides, it would be foolish to go down there without any light."