The butler brought the tea and biscuits, pouring the tea for Eve before he excused himself out of the study room. Vincent stood in front of a small table on which many different alcohol bottles sat.
"What did you want to talk about?" Eve asked him, feeling the warmth of the cup on her hands.
Vincent took a sip of alcohol from the glass with his back facing Eve.
"Strangely, I cannot remember what I wanted to talk about," came the thoughtful words from him, and Eve glared at him. "Did you have any new premonitions? Jumped out of the window?"
Eve shook her head, "Thankfully not. I… tied my leg with the bed sheet and tied the other end to the bedpost."
"Precaution, I like it. It would be sad to see you flat on the ground if you were to jump," Vincent took another sip from his glass.
Ignoring his sarcastic remarks, Eve asked him, "Did you hear anything from the authorities about Lady Camille?"
