Chapter Eleven
Dinner was chitterlings, and a suet pudding. “Chitterlings?” Letty said, trying to determine what exactly was on her plate. Some kind of sausage? “What a curious name. Do you know what it is?”
“Pig intestines,” Reid told her.
“Oh.” Letty cut herself a small piece and chewed dubiously. But the chitterling, stuffed with savory breadcrumbs and fried with bacon, was surprisingly tasty. “It’s good. You must have some.”
Reid glanced at her sardonically. Did he take her comment as a request?
Letty kept an eye on his plate while she ate. He did eat quite a few chitterlings, and he even suffered to eat several mouthfuls of suet pudding. Not nearly enough food for a man of his size, but significantly more than he’d eaten their first night here.
“Do you prefer brandy or port, Mr.
