“I suppose you are going to wait and see that I keep my word and drink it all up.”
“’Oo promis Jacko.”
“And where is Jacko now?”
“He wait see if ’oo good or bad. If ’oo bad, Jacko very angry.”
The Marquis gave a faint smile.
“That,” he said, “is something we must avoid at all costs.”
He lifted the glass to his lips.
To his surprise it tasted far nicer than he had expected.
This was because Marietta had added, as her mother always did for children, a little honey to the concoction. It certainly made the elderflowers, which in themselves were quite pleasant to taste into a delicious drink.
Mavis was watching closely.
“’Oo like?”
“It is certainly cool and sweet,” the Marquis replied.
He took another sip and then said,
“I think I have drunk enough.”
“No!” Mavis cried. “’Oo drink
