She shook hands with everyone and told them how thrilled she was to be at The Hall.
She had always been told that no one could cook roast beef as well as the English and plum tart had also been something that she had wanted to eat but no one could do it the same way.
“I assure you,” she said, “we had very simple food in the Convent where I was brought up. I now feel spoilt and delighted whenever I see cream has been added to the dish I am about to eat.”
“You shall have all the cream I can get for you, my Lady,” the cook said smiling.
“Then if I get very fat, it will be your fault and also mine for being so greedy,” Melita laughed.
The girls in the pantry stared at her admiringly and, when they left the kitchen, Sir John said,
“That was very kind of you and something no one here coul
