"Well, that is interesting," she said, leaning around Sophia to see the room for refreshments. It might have been wishful thinking on her part, but if something was truly wrong with the punch, she should take a sample of it to the Whitechapel for analysis. She supposed she should be grateful Mr. West hadn't attended the affair; no power on Earth would have her admitting she drank bad punch and reacted like a lunatic.
"I will certainly avoid it for the rest of the night," she said, giving the girl a smile. "Your concern is most appreciated. If you approach the host, they may consider a fresh batch, though I fear any batch would be spoiled tonight."