We shall see to-morrow, said the doctor. We shall, replied Lady Anne, very sententiously.

The escort were two mounted patriots in red caps and tri-coloured cockades, armed with national muskets and sabres, who rode one on either side of him.

Despite having lived in Canada for 20 years, he still has that Eastern-European twang in his voice.

‘She's with her nanny.’ ‘Oh yeah, I forgot. You're a proper trophy wife now. Staff and everything. Well…’ She produced a bottle of cava from a plastic bag. ‘With no child to keep up appearances for, let's get ourselves in the mood.’