I'm always a little startled when the black and white episodes pop up, especially now that we're firmly entrenched in the late 1960s, with all of its lime greens and purples and yellows. It lends an episode like this, especially with Cassandra's machinations, a more subdued, gothic flavor.
And again, I'm struck at the swiftness with which Angelique adjusted to the twentieth century. Later, it is suggested that she visited Barnabas' coffin every year after he was interned (Anna Shock wrote an interesting fan fic addressing this point, suggesting along the lines that Angelique guided Willie Loomis toward Barnabas' tomb); at this point, however, I'm fairly certain Our Favorite Witch had been marinating in hell after the 1795 storyline concluded. That, or she jumped directly from 1796 to 1968, maybe with the help of Nicholas Blair. Based on storyline developments a little ways down the road, I would say this is certainly a possibility. But now she's smoking her own cigarettes, something not really possible for a lady's maid in the late eighteenth century. Way to adjust, Cassangelique!