After a full twenty minuets, he'd not found a place to sit and read. There were many empty rooms, salons, parlors- But they all seemed to empty. Hallow and lonely. He simply wanted to find a place that had a calming atmosphere. Now one of polished decay and death.
He paused in the landing between the first and second floor, and noticed a chair..and a lamp. Well, it would do. He sat down, and made himself comfortable, content to pick up Pauvre Chien-homme where he had left off.