Chapter 35 Chagrin

The rest of the afternoon dragged on with a room full of stiffs discussing the most depressingly dull topics. Ever since I saw Ian look at Catherine, my stomach felt queasy. Even the nonstop supply of coffee cakes and pastries that were brought in every hour didn't appeal to me. Ian suggested going to the library in this building or exploring the city with Lyra and Mr. Prim. I wanted to leave too.