CHAPTER TWO“How are you getting on?” Caro asked.
Araminta looked up from the end of the table where she was surrounded by papers and had a writing pad in front of her.
She put her quill pen back into the inkpot before she answered,
“I have decided what I will cook for the Marquis and his guests. The difficulty is whether Hannah and I will be able to find all that is required at Covent Garden.”
“I have always heard that it is the best market in the world,” Caro remarked.
“Papa would not agree with you,” Araminta smiled. “He thought the French markets superior in every way to anything we could provide in this country.”
“It all depends on the menu,” Caro said sensibly.
She picked up a piece of paper, saying,
“I have just found this amongst Papa’s recipes and it says that the Emperor N
