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(Cream Nougat) 172 215. Crema tartara alla Cara- 225. Fish Sauce. 177 mella (Caramel Cream) 172 226. Sauce Piquante (for 216. Cremona Cake 173 Meat, Fowl, Game, 217. Cake alla Tolentina 173 Rabbit, &c.) 177 218. Riso all' Imperatrice 173 227. Sauce for Venison, Hare, 219. Amaretti leggieri (Al- &c.. . . 177 mond Cakes) 174 228. Tomato Sauce Piquante 177 220. Cakes alla Livornese 174 229. Sauce for Roast Pork, 221. Genoese Pastry 174 Ham, &c. 177 222. Zabajone 230. For masking Cutlets, 223. Iced Zabajone 1x PROLOGUE THE Marchesa di Sant' Andrea finished her early morning cup of tea, and then took up the batch of correspondence which her maid had placed on the tray. The world had a way of treating her in kindly fashion, and hostile or troublesome letters rarely veiled their ugly faces under the envelopes addressed to her; wherefore the perfection of that pleasant half-hour lying between the last sip of tea and the first step to meet the new day was seldom marred by the perusal of her morning budget. The apartment which she graced with her seemly presence was a choice one in the Mayfair Hotel, one which she had occupied for the past four or five years during her spring visit to London; a visit undertaken to keep alive a number of pleasant English friendships which had begun in Rome or Malta.
London had for her the peculiar attraction it has A for so many Italians, and the weeks she spent upon its stones were commonly the happiest of the year.
The review she took of her letters before breaking the seals first puzzled her, and then roused certain misgivings in her heart. She recognised the handwriting of each of the nine addresses, and at the same time recalled the fact that she was engaged to dine with every one of the correspondents of this particular morning.
Why should they all be writing to her? She had uneasy forebodings of postponement, and she hated to have her engagements disturbed ; but it was useless to prolong suspense, so she began by opening the envelope addressed in the familiar handwriting of Sir John Oglethorpe, and this was what Sir John had to say- "MY DEAR MARCHESA, - Words, whether written or spoken, are powerless to express my present state of mind. In the first place, our dinner on Thursday is impossible, and in the second, I have lost Narcisse-and for ever. You commented favourably upon that suprême of lobster and the Ris de veau à la Renaissance we tasted last week, but never again will you meet the handiwork of Narcisse. He came to me with admirable testimonials as to his artistic excellence; with regard to his moral past I was, I fear, culpably negligent, for I now learn that all the time he presided over my stewpans he was wanted by the French police on a charge of murdering his wife. A young lady seems to have helped him, so I fear Narcisse has broken more than one of the commandments in this final escapade. The truly great have ever been subject to these momentary aberrations, and Narcisse being now in the hands of justice-so called our dinner must needs stand over, though not, I hope, for long. Meantime the only consolation I can perceive is the chance of a cup of tea with you this J. O." afternoon.