"Mrs. Mulciber is an accomplished hostess because she could not possibly be any other way," Ernest said graciously. He wasn't personally invested in his relationship with his wife enough to be offended at any implication she might make, and so took no pains over this one. "It's in her blood, I think. I don't imagine she cares one way or the other about my absences," he admitted honestly. He'd spent months practically living in the Department of Mysteries when the fog had made travel to and from Hosgmeade inconvenient, and she hadn't minded that. The biggest inconvenience to Rufina that summer was that she had to be careful not to end up with a tan line cutting across the area of her shoulders that would be revealed in an evening gown, after having more than her share of sun at the Sandition Resort.