This time her silk dress would be stained for sure.

Monsieur Madinier had to examine her back, but he swore there was nothing to be seen.
Two platters of cheese, two dishes of fruit, and a floating island pudding of frosted eggs in a deep salad-bowl had now been placed along the middle of the table.

The pudding caused a moment of respectful attention even though the overdone egg whites had flattened on the yellow custard.

It was unexpected and seemed very fancy.
My-Boots was still eating.

He had asked for another loaf.