Chapter 6
"What are the orders?" Edward asked, entering with a little too much vehemence into the neat and ordered kitchen of Mrs. Clarke, the cook. His eyes were bright and his cheeks purple. He looked him up and down and shook his head. Not that she was disappointed that the butler at Willow Manor served quite generously at the bar: it was rather from the consideration of the social status of the house in which he provided his services. That attitude seemed to her a form of ingratitude towards Mr. Davis which, if it could not be said generous, was nevertheless right and this fact was not so obvious among the newly arrived rich settled in Hornsea in recent years.
"Here's the shopping list" said Mrs. Clarke, waving a sheet of paper. Then he added: "Will you drive to town?"
"Why? Is some
