That angry voice was indeed enough to snap Marius back into a moment of attentiveness, and he stepped back, confused for the briefest while about why this livid young lady had wine on her face and her hair.

And then his eyes drifted to the empty glass in his hand, and they widen in a state of horror and mild panic.

"I-I am truly sorry, mademoiselle!" He hastily set the glass down on a table and searched his person for a handkerchief. Finding one on his breast-pocket, he pulled it out and handed it to her.