" I’m sorry your evening has been spoilt; I hope Juffrouw van Doorn won’t be too upset.’ ‘She will be livid,’ he observed with calm. ‘Drink your brandy, it will prevent you catching cold.’ He leant over Bertie for a moment and listened to the dog’s snores. ‘He’ll be all right now.’ Becky sipped her brandy, wrinkling her nose. ‘This tastes very peculiar.’ Not a muscle of the Baron’s face moved. He would hardly have described his best Napoleon brandy as peculiar. "