"Marvelous, indeed," Holmes says, quick to agree with his friend's assessment. It was he who had suggested the walk himself, desiring the activity in order to feel the blood circulating through his legs, to get the walk he had been so lacking while spending the past few days shut up in his personal quarters.

"The precision, the magnificence, the sheer beauty of it all. Watson, there is not a grown man alive who would not shed tears at the sound of it!"

He may be finding himself slightly overexcited at the remembrance of the progeny's performance (and on the receiving end of one collective group of stares) but at this moment, he is far from caring.