11“Halliburton could well be your man. He’s cautious in what he promises, but he’s thorough.”
John Russell paused in front of a row of barrels and stroked the curved oak as he talked. Along with Aristide they’d escaped the house to inspect the cellars and take a late afternoon apéritif before joining the rest of the household for a light supper.
“Aristide reports this batch is showing promise. He might make us an award-winner yet!” He tapped the barrel and his eyes brightened.
Aristide made a demurring sound of protest in the back of his throat, then nodded. “What is it you Anglais say? Don’t count your chickens?” He laughed and he too ran his hand over the barrel, as if conferring blessing. “Last summer’s harvest is one of the best I’ve seen in my time here, I’ll grant you that.” He gr
