Alfred almost didn't want to tell her, because he was far more interested on whatever was on her mind, but if he didn't answer she'd think he was being cagey, which he wasn't.

She felt so far away. It was weird that she hadn't come in any farther, wasn't it? She was the one to floo in, so she must have had something on her mind when she arrived. Did she have something she wanted to say from the edge of the fireplace and then make some sort of quick escape? That was patently ridiculous — they'd patched things up, between the two of them, the last time she'd been over. Or so he thought, anyway; she wasn't acting as though she was comfortable speaking her mind at the moment.

"Sailing lessons," he said. He crossed the room and perched on the arm of the chair closer to the fireplace, so at least she didn't feel so far away — though she still had that tension like she was a bird about to fly away from a predator. "And upkeep on the boats, that sort of thing. Just during the summer season. I'll still take contracts on the Voyager for the winter." He may have been talking about the Sanditon, but he was watching her, trying to determine what was going on in her mind.

"Did something happen?" he asked, chewing his lower lip with a frown.