FOUNTAIN STILL LOOKED untenably fresh and guileless, given that she had clearly risen well before dawn to flog the worthless serving staff into cleaning. “Good morning again, Mrs. Fountain. I would like you to retrieve my correspondence from Postlethwaite’s Emporium in town today. The mail coach should have been in.” “Yes, sir. Of course, sir. Is there anything in particular you would like for dinners this week? I will do the shopping in town today.” “I should like boeuf Bourgignon, but I will be content with recognizable meat, served perhaps alongside peas, or some other recognizable vegetable. And wine. And perhaps bread. Surprise me, Mrs. Fountain.” “The meat pie last night . . .” “Was edible. In the absence of an excellent chef, I infinitely prefer simpler food prepared well rather than awkward attempts at complexity.” “Thank you for your clarification,”
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