She walked with passion and once she arrived at the table, she poured herself a glass.
“It’s time to move the party inside.” Mrs. Dixon hadn’t seen the mistress enter the garden and was instead focused on the party’s timetable. She turned to the butler who stood at her right. “Neville, is the dining room table set up for tea and coffee?”
“Just don’t let anyone actually sit at the table.” Neville refused to meet Mrs. Dixon’s gaze.
She leaned around him, trying to get him to look at her. “Neville, Neville.” Her head bobbed around in an attempt to obstruct his visual path. “I need you to tell me that everything is alright with the table.”
“Refreshments and light hors d"oeuvres will be served inside if you would like to make your way into the lounge!” Neville proclaimed quite loudly. Mrs.
