I knew that my father didn’t already know about him. But I figured since he and Mr. Chrysanthemum were friends, it wouldn’t be a major problem with him or the staff. Even so, what about Casimir himself? How would he feel if I spoke of him? Perhaps he didn’t want many people to know about him to begin with. Yet somehow, I knew that Casimir wouldn’t be upset. After all, he wanted me to stay. “Well…,” I began to explain. “I find London to be quite interesting, even though I have only seen a little bit of it. And I’ve gotton to know some people. You see, I was lucky enough to… make a wonderful new friend. A very unique, insightful person, with a wonderful imagination. I’ve gotton to know them pretty well, and it’s a shame that I’ll be leaving soon. So I was wondering if I could enjoy this new experience for a longer period of time,” I stated. “Hmmm,” my father said. “It’s good to hear that you made a new friend. What’s her name?”