There's a moment of panic at being left alone with Anthony, and Elizabeth lets out a nervous laugh, keeping her eyes glued to the child. She sits stiffly.

The sock, when offered, is solemnly accepted.

"Thank you ever so, Mr. Anthony," Elizabeth says, quite unable to help smiling, bewildered though it may be. "It is the finest sock I have ever encountered."

It is rather nice. Elizabeth likes the stripes.