"Oh... Oh, thank you, Mr. Meijer. I'm sorry...." She brought her handkerchief up to her face - Anne could produce handkerchiefs out of thin air like a magic trick - and pressed it against her mouth, while she 'tried to regain her composure'. Then she lowered her hand.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Meijer. I've been in great distress. I've never actually dared to run..." She stopped herself and turned to the lawyer with an imploring gaze. "My husband is a cruel man, Mr. Meijer, and I am desperate to know what my legal options are."

The cups had not been exchanged.