"Does this have something to do with your friend Marc Mitchell?"

"I haven't discussed it with him," Bryony replied, her defenses rising.

"And where exactly did you think you'd hold this clinic?"

She flushed. "Well, I had thought Marc might let me use his place…" Marc Mitchell ran a soup kitchen for the homeless- "rough sleepers" the government liked to call them, as if they had voluntarily chosen to take a permanent camping holiday- down the bottom end of the Portobello Road. Of course there was the Sally Army further up, but in the business of providing for the needy there was no such thing as competition. There was never enough to go round. Marc gave them a hot lunch and supper, as well as whatever basic medical supplies and personal items he could get. But perhaps most important was his willingness to listen to them. There was an earnestness about him that encouraged the baring of ravaged souls, and sometimes that in itself was enough to start a person on the road to recovery.

"And how exactly did you intend to pay for the supplies and medications?" Gavin asked.

"Out of my own pocket, to begin with. Then maybe I could ask some of the local merchants for donations."

"You might get a bob or two," he conceded grudgingly. "I don't imagine having mange-ridden dogs hanging about outside one's shop draws in the customers. But say you can get this off the ground. What are you going to do once you form a relationship with these people, then they begin to show up here with a badly injured dog, or an animal with cancer?"

"I- I hadn't thought…"

Gavin shook his head. "We can't cover catastrophic care, Bryony. We just survive as it is, with the increase in rents and your salary. There's no room for noble gestures."

"I'll deal with that when I come to it," she answered firmly. "If nothing else, I can always offer them euthanasia."

"And pay the cost out of your own pocket? You're too noble for your own good." Gavin sighed with resignation as he finished the chart and stood. "I suspected that the first time I saw you."