Had would be the key word. Not anymore. [ Which is a story in itself, there, but he moves on without explaining. ] The library at Hurtfew was hardly full of respectable books, Mr. Strange. There are reasons he balked at letting you anywhere near them.

[ Still, only a guess. Books and help, most like, and not the wild fantasy of magician coming to kill magician that everyone else seemed to have had about it. Stepping outside is a relief, even if the carnival itself is causing a racket. Fresh air and open space is still better than the dead ends and mocking reflections they've left behind.

Though once outside, he doesn't really intend to stick around near the crowds of other, actual visitors. He'll nod in another direction and begin walking again, expecting Strange to keep up. ]