Her spirits plummeted
when the aunts informed her that she wasn't allowed to eat many of
the
delicacies that would be served"Flesh is forbidden during Lent,"
said Pauline sternly"Be certain that no gravy touches the rice or
vegetables you eat
"But be careful, ScarlettDon't let Pere notice," added Eulalie in a
whisper"He doesn't approve of fasting Her eyes were rheumy with
sorrowBrooding about missing out on the food, thought Scarlett
unkindlyThen-I don't blame herThe aromas from the kitchen were
making her mouth water"There'll be soup for usAnd fish," Eulalie
said with sudden cheerfulness"Cake, too, a beautiful, beautiful
cakeA true feast, Scarlett
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them; she could feel herself losing control of her temperIt's only a
dinner, she reminded herself, just calm downEven with Grandfather
at
table with us, it can't be all that badAfter all, what could one old
man do? He could, Scarlett learned at once, refuse to allow anything
other than French to be spokenHer "Happy Birthday, Grandfather,"
was
ignored as if she hadn't said itHer aunts' greetings were
acknowledged by a cold nod, and he sat down in the huge throne-like
chair at the head of the tablePierre Auguste Robillard was no longer
a night-shirted, frail elderly man
Impeccably clothed in an old-fashioned frock coat and starched linen,
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impressive even when he was seatedHis white hair was like an old
lion's ruff, his eyes were hawk-like under his big white brows, and
his big bony nose looked like a predator's beakThe certainty that it
was a good day began to ooze out of ScarlettShe unfolded the huge
starched linen napkin over her lap and knees and braced herself for
she
knew not whatJerome entered, bearing a big silver tureen on a silver
tray the size of a small tabletop
Scarlett's eyes widenedShe'd never seen silver like that in her
lifeIt was encrusted with ornamentationAn entire forest of trees
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upward to surround the rimWithin the forest there were birds and
animals-bears, deer, wild boar, hares, pheasant, even owls and
squirrels on the limbs of the treesThe lid of the tureen was shaped
like a tree stump covered with thick vines, each vine bearing clusters
of miniature, perfect ripe grapesJerome placed the tureen in front
of his master and lifted the lid with a white-gloved handSteam
poured
out, clouding the silver and spreading the delicious aroma of shrimp
bisque throughout the room
Pauline and Eulalie leaned forward, smiling anxiouslyJerome took a
soup plate from the sideboard and held it next to the tureen
Pierre Robillard lifted a silver ladle and silently filled the http://www.ooluxury.com/category_3_Chloe_1.html" target="_blank bowl
Then he watched with half-hooded eyes while Jerome carried the bowl
and
deposited it in front of PaulineThe ceremony was repeated for
Eulalie, then for ScarlettHer fingers itched to grab her spoonBut
she kept her hands in her lap while her grandfather served himself and
tasted the soupHe shrugged eloquent dissatisfaction and dropped
his spoon into hisbowlEulalie let out a strangled sobYou old
monster! Scarlett thoughtShe began to eat her soupIt was a
velvety richness of flavorShe tried to catch Eulalie's eyes so that
she could show her aunt that she was enjoying the soup, but Eulalie
was
downcastPauline's spoon was in the bowl, like her father's
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