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Lord Benedict took coffee in the tearoom opposite the Botanical Gardens. He generally preferred tea in the afternoon. However, his hostess had ordered on his behalf, and as she was the Lady Mayoress he thought it diplomatic to acquiesce. ‘There are many coffee palaces, of course, your Lordship, but the Garden Arms have a delightful selection of cakes and tarts that you must try for yourself. And excellent service. Such a quaint room and so close to the Gardens. I do hope you enjoyed our stroll?’ ‘I did indeed. An interesting collection of plants and with such an agreeable vista. I look forward to writing to my wife as soon as I can. She’ll be most envious.’ He looked about him at the furnishings and the women who milled around them. There were one or two gentlemen, but for the most part