Re: The Diplomat / The Waiter
The waiter too was jolly. Servants in the traditional way were discreet, as remarkable as the woodwork and about as visible. Jean was not this way: he wore a smile always. His voice was easy, higher than Duke's but just as warm. He chuckled at the word 'acquaintanceship.' "Good evening sir." The tray was not high and mighty but low and loose in one hand. "It has been a remarkable one, has it not?" A little bit of an accent there, not strong, more in the rhythm of the words, which rocked back and forth through the sentence, highandHIGHandeasyandsoft. Austrian.
The waiter paused at the table then stopped entirely, weight on one leg. "Astonishing."