Chapter 5“I see that you have put down two dishes with white sauce,” Aria said, as she glanced up from the menu at the chef standing on the other side of her writing table.
“Ma foi! Mais c’est impossible,” the chef exclaimed dramatically and then, as Aria held out the menu towards him, he added, “Oui, c’est vrai. Je vous demande pardon, m’selle. It was – how you say – slip of pen.”
He made the alteration in pencil and then, as Aria approved his suggestions, gave her a very Latin bow and went from the room.
She gave a sigh of relief when she was alone. At the same time she could not help feeling almost childishly elated that she had held her own and been quick enough to spot the mistake in the menu.
Years of eating in hotels were likely to stand her in good stead now, but she could not
