“Oh, I think I’ll take the same.”
“Coffee, tea, or milk?” She said the words as though they were one word.
They both asked for coffee and Marjorie went quickly out of the dining room and into the kitchen.
There was much more steam in the kitchen now than there had been at breakfast; as the day passed the kitchen got hotter, and steamier, and the cooks got more irritable and Mrs Merrin more nervous and Marjorie Ventusa would become tired and sad.
She called the new orders to the cook. Then she picked up two small glasses of tomato juice and put them on her tray. She fingered one of them a moment, thinking that soon he would be drinking from it. She enjoyed thinking of this, though it only made her desire stronger and her sadness greater.
She didn’t want to go back yet. She hoped Mrs Merrin would not come into the kitchen for a while.
But one of the swinging doors opened and Mrs Merrin walked into the kitchen. Quickly Marjorie picked up her tray and went back to the dining room.
Caroline and Robert Holton were talking seriously and Marjorie, because of the noise of voices in the dining room, couldn’t hear what they were saying.
They stopped talking as she came up to them.
“Here you are,” said Marjorie Ventusa brightly, putting the glasses of tomato juice on the table.