Lady Gwendolyn glanced over at Miles Rochester, hemmed in on all sides by panniers and flounced skirts. "I wish you good luck with that, Miss Rochester. I certainly would never be brave enough to attempt so difficult a task."
They arrived in front of the elegantly arranged table, the footman behind it snapping to attention. "What can Jonathan get you, Miss Rochester? The trifle is very good, though I do believe my cook outdid himself with the tea cakes."