What a moment for Anne to walk in with an air of haughtiness and disinterest, dressed in black crepe and silk, buttoning up a black mantle. She flinched a little when the tumbler hit the fireplace, but then one of the corners of her mouth turned up a little. She stopped in the middle of the room. "Oh dear. I can see you have been drinking again. Shall it be safe to approach you or are you in a wife beating mood?"