‘I do think it was clever of you to have known about those moulds. I don’t suppose that they’ve been put to use since Mamma’s day. She always ordered the most beautiful jellies and shapes,’ Sir Christopher said, taking a large second helping of raspberry sorbet.
‘Well that’s what they’re for,’ John, making a concerted effort to sound off-hand, said.
‘And when you think of that really rather nasty luncheon that Alice gave one last week. If only she were here now, wouldn’t she be impressed!’
‘I’d make dinner for her one night, if you like,’ John said, having been waiting for an opportune moment to suggest this.
‘Really?’ Sir Christopher said.
‘Yes, certainly.’
‘But I am not sure that you should spend your time doing that sort of thing,’ Sir Christopher said, genuinely hesitant.
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