“Mama, you always know how these things should be organised,” said Faith with a little sigh.
“You know how we hate having to talk to just anyone,” added Charity.
Justina, not knowing what to say, gave an uncertain smile.
When they reached the light and airy Saloon, she understood what Mrs. Arbuthnot had meant. Down the centre ran a long table, already almost full with a variety of passengers. At the top of the Saloon was a large, oval table with only a few passengers seated round it.
“The Captain’s table,” Faith breathed in her ear.
Around that end of the Saloon were a number of small tables.
“This is how we should dine,” gushed Mrs. Arbuthnot with a smile of satisfaction as they were shown to one set for four.
An astonishingly comprehensive menu was produced, but Mrs. Arbuthnot wav
