With that, she stood upright, her posture confident and decisive.
"Things are going to get busy! We must start selecting people immediately! Will three cooks be enough? If they're going to live together, preparations must be made! The ceremony, the arrangements, everything! There's no time to waste standing around here. Honestly, why did I even come? Such a waste of time! And tonight, Louis may come again. We must make sure plenty of food is ready for him. Well then, brother, farewell!"
She spoke rapidly and without pause and then she strode out with her attendants, her footsteps bold and resolute.
It felt like a storm had passed. Quintus sagged back, exhausted from the whirlwind. Just then, the butler who had seen Henrietta off appeared while carrying a glass filled with strong liquor.
"It's seems the young lady still lively as ever," the butler remarked. "I am glad to see her in such high spirits."
"Yes, indeed," Quintus replied.
