"Miss Beatrice should have sent for me," the older woman replied. "She knows very well that I do not expect to see you in the kitchen. You can always send for me when you need me. I wish you a happy married life, and you, too, sir." Mrs. Eunice said.
"Thank you," Clara said, then added more firmly, "Will you come and see me tomorrow morning after breakfast, please, Mrs. Eunice? Just to discuss the meals and any other little thing, you know."
"The meals, madam?" Mrs. Eunice's flat face was outraged. "When my lady was alive, I beg your pardon, sir. The meals and everything else related to the kitchen was left to me. Never a day did she complain about anything, and the house has been run the same way ever since, isn't that right, sir?" She turned to Bennet.
"If Mrs. Lewin wishes to order the meals herself, you will, I hope, give her every assistance, Mrs. Eunice," Bennet said pleasantly. "That will be all for now, thank you. Good night."
