English weather, was not something one could always count upon.
The second would be trickier. But they had taken a walk through the woods the day before, and Honoria was fairly sure that she could find her way again. She might not be able to tell north from south, but she could follow a well-tended path.
As for the shovel, she was going to have to figure that one out later.
When the ladies returned to Bricstan after church, they were informed that the gentlemen had gone shooting and would return for a late lunch. âThey will be extremely hungry,â Mrs. Royle announced. âWe must adjust our preparations accordingly.â
Honoria was apparently the only one who did not realize that this meant she required an assistant. Cecily and Sarah immediately rushed upstairs to choose their afternoon dresses, and Iris spouted some nonsense about a stomachache and fled. Honoria was immediately drafted to serve on Mrs. Royleâs committee of two.
âI had planned to serve meat pies,â Mrs. Royle said. âThey are so easy to handle out of doors, but I think we shall need another meat. Do you think the gentlemen will enjoy chilled, roasted beef?â
âOf course,â Honoria replied, following her to the kitchen. Didnât everyone?
âWith mustard?â
Honoria opened her mouth to reply, but Mrs. Royle must not have been expecting an answer, because she kept right on talking: âWe shall serve three kinds. And a compote.â
Honoria waited for a moment and then, when it became apparent that this time Mrs. Royle did expect her to comment, she said, âIâm sure that would be lovely.â
It was not the most vibrant example of her conversational skills, but given the subject matter, it was the best she could do.
âOh!â Mrs. Royle stopped and whirled around so suddenly that Honoria nearly crashed into her. âI forgot to tell Cecily!â
âTell her what?â Honoria asked, but Mrs. Royle was already six steps down the hall, summoning a maid. When she returned, she said, âIt is very important that she wear blue this afternoon. I have heard that it is the favorite color of two of our guests.â
How she had determined that Honoria could not begin to guess.
âAnd it complements her eyes,â Mrs. Royle added.
âCecily has lovely eyes,â Honoria agreed.
Mrs. Royle looked at her with a queer expression, then said, âYou should consider wearing blue more often, too. It will make your eyes look less uncommon.â
âIâm fond of my eyes,â Honoria said with a smile.
Mrs. Royleâs lips pressed together. âThe color is very unusual.â
âItâs a family trait. My brotherâs are the same.â
âAh, yes, your brother.â Mrs. Royle sighed. âSuch a pity.â
Honoria nodded. Three years ago she would have taken offense at the comment, but she was less impetuous now, more pragmatic. And besides, it was true. It was a pity. âWe hope he may return someday.â
Mrs. Royle snorted. âNot until Ramsgate dies. I have known him since he was in leading strings, and heâs as stubborn as an ass.â
Honoria blinked at that. Such plain speaking from Mrs. Royle was unexpected.
âWell,â Mrs. Royle said with a sigh, âthere is nothing I can do about it, moreâs the pity. Now then, Cook is making individual trifles for dessert, with strawberries and vanilla cream.â
âThat is a wonderful idea,â Honoria said, having by now figured out that her job was to agree with Mrs. Royle whenever possible.
âPerhaps she should bake biscuits, too,â Mrs. Royle said with a frown. âShe does quite a good job with them, and the gentlemen will be very hungry. Shooting is quite strenuous.â
Honoria had long thought that the sport of shooting was far more strenuous for the birds than the humans, but this she kept to herself. Still, she could not help saying,