The thought of having breakfast in our stateroom, just Helene and me, seemed to depress Helene so much that I immediately agreed to have it in the dining room. Since Tom had moved out the night before, she had been unbearably glum and I couldn’t help but feel as if it were somehow my fault. I started to wonder if I’d crossed a line with Tom—maybe poisoning him was just a mite too harsh. But then I’d think of Anabelle’s ring and get angry all over again.
Lucien discovers that Tom's method of revenge leaves him totally unprepared for proper social interactions.