But by midday few clouds were left and these, drifting in front of a light westerly wind, cast no more than temporary shadows on the land below. The restaurant was sited dramatically, poised a hundred and fifty metres above the rock-strewn sea with its balcony stretching out beyond the cliff edge. In the evening diners could watch the sun sink below the horizon, flooding sea and sky with an infinity of teds and oranges. Compton ordered wine and the wine waiter left. ‘As I never tire of saying, this is one of the few restaurants on the island to know what service really means.’ ‘Why the enthusiasm?’ asked Diana. ‘Because they call you “sir”?’ He smiled. ‘As needle sharp as ever and twice as piercing! It’s because the tables are laid with clean tablecloths and silver, the waiters know which is the correct side, and the food is served, not slapped down with a take-it or leave-it attitude.’ ‘If the food’s good what’s it matter whether it’s served on your right or your wrong side?’ ‘There are times when it makes a subtle difference to one’s enjoyment of it.’ ‘Only if you’re being pompous.’ ‘You’re not going to convince me that there aren’t moments when you of all people don’t prefer eating in style.’ ‘If I want servility I don’t look for it on this island.
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