Tristan watched her. She did not look well, though he knew it was not something to be greatly concerned with. It would wear off and the only possible remaining effect was a dislike for wine. Inconvenient for the well-to-do young lady she once was, but quite convenient for a poor woman.

A clock called the hour, and Tristan started and stood up. "I'm late. If you would just clear the table and wash up, then you can lie down." Then he hurried to the office to set things ready and open up.