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Chapter 7
At the house in the dining room three women, one husband and a boy drank tea (which was very welcome) and ate some of, if not, the finest honey-cakes any of the guests had ever tasted. Even her Ladyship had to think that cook had excelled herself with them. ‘Note to self,’ make certain that Robert does not find out about the cakes. Who knows what mischief he would get up to for a taste of them.
John found that he could not take his eyes off Jessie. He wanted so much to talk to her, to learn from her, but the time to do so had not arrived.
Julian had waited long enough. He wanted to know what was happening, so he broached the subject. Her Ladyship, delicately put down her teacup and said, ‘that it was not her position to explain, that would be up to David.’
“So where do I find David?” He didn’t mean to sound so abrasive, but it just sort of slipped out that way.