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Celia Rhys, the old woman's large, capable cook, knocked and walked into Patricia's bedchamber. She was carrying Rosie, an ancient, evil-faced, Maltese lapdog.

"Beggin' your pardon, Ma'am. What will you be wishing to have prepared for midday?"

The old woman halted her story and threw out a few meal suggestions. Ben's mouth began watering. Celia placed Rosie on the bed. The teacup-sized dog scampered over the folds and leapt into her mistress's arms.

"Will the young man be eating too, Ma'am?" Celia asked, looking at Ben disapprovingly.

"Of course, Celia."

Celia curtseyed and left. The old woman resumed her narrative.

"April was about to give way to May, and the skies had brightened, making road travel pleasant once again. Edward's coach took 3 days to reach Warwickshire in the very center of England. On the way to Bilton Hall, Edward entertained Anne with a carefully censored version of his upbringing. Burghley's cruelties were hardly suitable for open discussion."