Chapter SevenAs the long and elaborate dinner ended, the head servant, before he withdrew, spoke to Lord Orsett in a low voice, who nodded and then he turned to Kelda,
“The staff want to wish us happiness in the future, but, as they are Muslims, they cannot drink our health. I think therefore, we should divide the Wedding cake amongst them.”
“I am sure they will enjoy it,” Kelda agreed.
“And since to placate the chef we will have to eat the one he is baking tomorrow, we can just cut this one in traditional fashion and let it be taken outside.”
Lord Orsett rose from the table as he spoke and Kelda, knowing it was expected of her, walked to join him at the side table where the large Wedding cake was arranged.
It was a typical French confection of white icing with a large silver bell on
