No

"I'm sure I won't get lost Percival." Anna smiled at him.

"But I insist!" Percival's voice sounded just a little less measured than earlier. Looking at him Anna could tell that wasn't used to rejection, especially not from women of her social standing.

Anna moved her hand away firmly. Percival's face softened.

"I understand. Could I tempt you with a final glass of wine?" He was already pouring himself one.

Suspicious, Anna settled back in her seat. Watching him closely, though trying not to be too obvious, Anna followed his movements as he poured her a glass. Sure enough Anna caught a flash of something shiny come from his sleeve and could see a slight dark patch incorporating into the glass of wine he had poured her.

He'd spiked her drink with something. Anna could only guess what.