Sheldrake was just cutting the top of his boiled egg when Maud walked in, dressed in a deep red and blue tapestry gown, blue lace around the neckline and cuffs.
Sheldrake smiled. “Good morning, my dear. I do admire those colours on you. Lovely.”
Maud smiled in return. “Why, thank you. A cup of tea please,” she said to the maid as she sat down. “And perhaps an egg, bacon and a couple of sausages, I think.”
“Now Maud,” said Sheldrake, as soon as Rose left the room, “you don’t need that much. It’s the hungry dog aspect still influencing your thoughts.”
Maud gave a little frown of annoyance, contemplating Sheldrake’s egg as her thoughts moved inward. After a moment she sighed. “Blast you, you’re right. Oh well, I shall save what I don’t eat and feed it to the next stray dog I see.” She gav
