“Is Florian the grandson?”
“Yes. Be nice to him. They’re very proud of him. He’s just left Chichester, where he did very well.”
“The school?”
“Of course. He may be a little grand. They’re tremendously wealthy. It spoils a child sometimes.”
“What for? The kitchens at Aix?”
“Oh no. He expects that. It’s a tradition. Anyhow, don’t worry. Just be yourself and you’ll be all right.”
Annabelle was silent. Since seeing the film she had felt a little like a puppy which after being a considerable success had suddenly ceased to amuse. Polly was thinking about her no longer. Meanwhile the food was extraordinarily good and the service an art, under Mr. Dominique’s personal supervision. The whole thing was a revelation to the girl, a glimpse into a mystique.
Polly decided against a sweet for hers
