Good. I wasn't going to tell her it was all right until I'd checked to make sure you'd put your head back on straight.

I think we'd better take careful checks of Albia's mood and if she even hints at an impending tantrum, whisk her back to the house. The customers will understand, surely - no one wants a pint while a sprog is shrieking her head off five feet away. And it's not even as if you've got to pretend she's going through a trouble period. They'll all just nod with sympathy.

I'd be willing to ask Cecelia but I've a feeling she'd rather be out in the woods, so long as that's where Brownmiller is.

(And no, I haven't talked to Harry other than to tell him he can come visit anytime he can get free. I was hoping to ask him in person.)