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She pushed in the last buttery morsel and lookedround vaguely. Henry materialised immediately. Not quickly or hurriedly. It seemed that,just suddenly, he was there.
　　"Anything further I can get you, my lady? Cake ofany kind?"
　　"Cake?" Lady Selinathought about it, was doubtful.
　　"We are serving very good seed cake, my lady. Ican recommend it."
　　"Seed cake? I haven'teaten seed cake for years. It is real seed cake?"
　　"Oh, yes, my lady. The cook had had the receiptfor years. You'll enjoy it, I'msure."
　　Henry gave a glance at one of his retinue, and thelad departed in search of seed cake.I suppose you've beenat Newbury, Derek?"
　　"Yes. Darned cold, I didn't wait for the last two races. Disastrous day. That filly of Harry's was no good at all."
　　"Didn't think shewould be. What about Swanhilda?"