In the greenhouse of the Marquess of Windsor's estate, birds were singing and there was a muted floral fragrance. The good weather foreshadowed the beginning of a successful day, and it was not bad to spend it in such a place.
In the summer gazebo, the view from which opened onto the entire territory of the estate, two people settled down. There were cups of tea and a handful of cakes on the table. Only one of them willingly touched the latter.
«Darling,» the Marquess of Windsor said euphoniously, taking a bite of dessert, «No matter how long it's been since we've had tea here, right?»
Obelia Windsor nodded, lifting her cup to her lips.
— It's because you're constantly busy.
The knight smiled bitterly.
— I have so many things on my shoulders that I can't even devote time to my wife. I'm sorry about that.
The woman shook her head understandingly.
— of course. I understand how difficult it is for you.
