"Oh how kind you are!" She took the chest and the key with pleasure and, setting the chest on an end table, opened it. "Green tea! We haven't had that for what feels like an age. I expect you shall grow very tired of hearing this, but you do spoil me so."
Lady Gwendolyn motioned at a servant to take the chest and turned back to Emilie. "Oh, hasn't he? He's such a dab hand at pasteries. Would you care for anything?"