The Prince Regent had set a high, standard of kitchen reform with the magnificent and exquisitely decorated kitchens he had installed at the Royal Pavilion in Brighton.
Araminta thought, as she looked around her, that she might have guessed that anyone as distinguished as the Marquis of Wayne would wish to follow His Royal Highness’s example.
At the back of her mind, she had, as she journeyed towards Wayne House, been nervous in case she would find frying pans, griddles and kettles swinging from chains over an open fire, various kinds of spits for roasting meat and a terrifyingly complicated machine on three legs which toasted meat.
Now she laughed at herself for having been apprehensive. In fact the Marquis’s kitchen was not only as light and airy as a basement room could ever be, but
