At the corners were decanters of brandy.

Sweet bottled-cider frothed round the corks, and all the glasses had been filled to the brim with wine beforehand.

Large dishes of yellow cream, that trembled with the least shake of the table, had designed on their smooth surface the initials of the newly wedded pair in nonpareil arabesques.

A confectioner of Yvetot had been intrusted with the tarts and sweets.

As he had only just set up on the place, he had taken a lot of trouble, and at dessert he himself brought in a set dish that evoked loud cries of wonderment.