Anthea saw that Linette coloured as she explained to her why he had sent the puddings, but she did not make any comment.
“Goodness! I really don’t think I could eat another morsel,” sighed Anthea, after she had thanked the patron profusely for his largesse.
“We must eat every bit otherwise he might be upset with us,” said Linette with a serious expression. She took up her spoon and dipped it into the creamy concoction.
‘It’s the little waiter who is upset,’ thought Anthea, as she glanced over to where the sullen young man stood moping behind the small bar, not comprehending what he had done wrong.
For him, as with many Frenchmen, it was second nature to compliment a beautiful woman.
Later, after numerous cups of coffee, they left the café, but Anthea could not help but feel a little
