“Here is some Papier Poudre,” she said.
“You blessed thing!” Elaine exclaimed, and, tearing out a sheet, she rubbed it over her face. “Is my nose shiny?” she ended.
A door opened and a young girl appeared, wearing apron and cap.
“The ladies are served!” she announced.
The two looked at each other and laughed.
“This is quite some style!” Davila commented.
“It is, indeed!” said Elaine as she saw the table, with its candles and silver (plated, to be sure), dainty china, and pressed glass.
“If the food is in keeping, I think we can get along for a few days. We may as well enjoy it while it lasts.”
Davila smiled. “You always were of a philosophic mind.”
“It’s the easiest way.”