“You must try and be patient with me, John.”
“It is not a matter of patience, child, but food and good wine.”
She put a hand to her throat.
“I could not touch anything in this place.”
He looked at her with a smile.
“Not even if it came in my pocket?”
“I will try, John.”
“Of course you will. I have work to do here before we start.”
He brought out a flask from his pocket, and food that Mrs. Winnie had wrapped up in a clean white napkin. There were some little cakes and some baked meat laid in slices between slips of home-made bread. Barbara looked at them, and then gave him a first sad smile.
“It is gross of me, John, but those cakes make me feel hungry.”