[It is a dawning realization, indeed, that perhaps trying to surprise-his-wife-and-also-(re)test-the-efficacy-of-an-old-disguise instead of meeting her normally at the station, arms wide open and bright smiles, was a mistake.

Ah, but what else is new for Herlock Sholmes, operating on impulse and oft making a mess of things? Yes, the cab driver and other passerbys are certainly getting a show, but Sholmes hardly cares; instead, he reaches out to take her free hand — the one that isn’t white-knuckled gripping the luggage.]

Sprezzatura, you must forgive me. It was a rare but dire miscalculation on my part, and I would only ever wish for a joyful reunion between us.

You might throw yourself into my arms right now, instead, if you like!