'I wonder what I can do!' Then her eye was caught by the tea-table still standing out in the golden dusk, which had now turned damp and chilly.

Careless of Pamela not to have sent it away! Elizabeth examined it.

Far too many cakes--too much sugar, too much butter, too much everything! And all because the Squire, who seemed to have as great a need of economy as anybody else, if not more, to judge from what she was beginning to know about his affairs, was determined to flout the Food Controller, and public opinion! What about the servants?
she wondered.
Perceiving a little silver bell on the table she rang it and waited.
Within a couple of minutes Forest emerged from the house.

Elizabeth hesitated, then plunged.
'Take away the tea, please, Forest.

And--and I should like to consult you.