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That same evening, just after half past eight, Monsieur Antoine, the amiable and very efficient chef of Thralldom Castle, was entertaining James, the footman, in the former's little private sanctum just off the kitchen regions. A bottle of wine and two glasses stood upon the table before them, and that there had been no lack of the wherewithal for good fellowship was evidenced by an empty bottle that lay upon the floor beside them.
James looked hot and red in the face, but the Frenchman was as cool as a cucumber, and brimming over with the vivacity of his race.