<strong> Dinner is Served</strong><br/><br/>After yet more polite conversation, light of course, the bell for dinner rang and the rather varied array of guests was politely and as one would expect invisibly shown through to the dining room. As one would expect it was lavish and some what sumptuous, though not ostentatiously so. It was as one would expect elegant and refined.<br/><br/>The silver wear gleamed in the soft lighting. There were sorbets of many flavours, and fruit for those what wished to sample something light and refreshing between courses. The centre piece was exquisite as everyone would have expected. Yes this would certainly be a dinner to remember for many reasons. The seating arrangement had been delicately arranged considering the verity of guests that were here, and it was important to keep everything ‘just so’ for an event of this calibre, that everything remain civil, well at least at dinner while the ladies remained.<br/><br/>The soup plates were served and the tureen was brought around with the most delightful asparagus soup. It smelled delicious; also the pale crisp wine was tasted and then poured. All the time the staff moved about knowing there place, and when everything went smoothly it was as if they did not exist.<br/>