"It is going to be very quiet," she replies. "Well, unless we do manage to find ourselves an assortment of new worries."

She sits a bit straighter than she usually bothers to, rigid and strangely nervous.

"Not that we will," she adds hastily. "Getting back quickly and all that. Only me to worry about - as I cannot be slacking in my duties to make your life a living hell. Would hardly be proper."