"And don't you look a picture!" Mrs Ollerenshaw finished pouring the tea, and then hurried out of the kitchen.
Rupert stood by one of the kitchen chairs, wondering whether he was supposed to take a seat at the table, cut slices of cake to go on the three side-plates – and if that meant Anthea was about to join them – or whether he should stay exactly where he was until his hostess returned.
"Didn't I just tell you?"
Rupert turned, assuming Mrs Ollerenshaw was talking to him, but then realised she had brought Anthea with her. He muttered a hello that was almost certainly lost under Mrs Ollerenshaw's continuing pronouncements.
"He looks just like his Great-uncle Philip in that suit – or do I mean his cousin? You know who I mean, Anthea, the one Her Grace showed us pictures of the other day."
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