"Thank you," he said politely, smiling as he took a glass.
The server never looked at his face. It was usual. The help never looked at the faces of their betters. Desmond knew the act well. He had witnessed it countless times before, had been expected to follow suit. And he did. He never looked the help in the face, in public.
He put his glass of wine up to his nose, smelt a bit, a fine vintage. Garston spared no expense. It was the custom. The fete was for no reason other than to celebrate himself. 'We are all here for you, Mr. Hext.'
He raised his glass as everyone else did. Setting it down on an end-table to clap at the appropriate time.
The server never looked at his face. It was usual. The help never looked at the faces of their betters. Desmond knew the act well. He had witnessed it countless times before, had been expected to follow suit. And he did. He never looked the help in the face, in public.
He put his glass of wine up to his nose, smelt a bit, a fine vintage. Garston spared no expense. It was the custom. The fete was for no reason other than to celebrate himself. 'We are all here for you, Mr. Hext.'
He raised his glass as everyone else did. Setting it down on an end-table to clap at the appropriate time.
