Anne looked up and swallowed. "There is a rip here at my shoulder, sir." She stood up and turned so that Albert could see. Indeed, there was a rip in the delicate black fabric where the sleeve met the bodice. Anne turned again and sat back down. "I suppose if you were to go there, you would find my husband still inebriated. He threw a glass tumbler... I don't recall where it hit and scattered. I was too afraid, sir... But it must be somewhere on the floor in the library, unless the servants have cleaned it up." Her lip trembled. She drew a long shaky breath as if to fortify herself.