“I always come for Sir Timothy's big parties, sir,” Jimmy explained. “Your first visit, isn't it, sir?”
“My first,” Francis assented.
“And mine,” his companion echoed.
“What can I have the pleasure of making for you, sir?” the man enquired.
“A difficult question,” Francis admitted. “It is barely an hour and a half since we finished dinner. On the other hand, we are certainly going to have some supper some time or other.”
Jimmy nodded understandingly.
“Leave it to me, sir,” he begged.
He served them with a foaming white concoction in tall glasses. A genuine lime bobbed up and down in the liquid.
“Sir Timothy has the limes sent over from his own estate in South America,” Jimmy announced. “You will find some things in that drink you don't often taste.”
The two men sipped their beverage and pronounced it delightful. Jimmy leaned a little across the table.