Well, this was great. She never got that madeira he promised before she left. Arthur was going to strangle his butler... He got up. "Of course, we will send it through."

Just then, the butler entered with a tray with two bottles and two glasses. The tray shook a little.

"What's wrong with you, man?! I requested those drinks ages ago!" Arthur exploded, angrier about the embarrassment his staff was causing than about the delay of the drink itself.

The tray shook worse and one of the bottles toppled over and smashed on the floor, sending wine in every direction.