Percy considered. “You make a valid point. Some of my research books on the subject of India are quite dated and inexcusably superficial in their treatment of native culinary practices. After all, how can one avoid chilli peppers if one doesn’t adequately track their movements and migration patterns?”

“Chillies have migration patterns?”

“Don’t interrupt. Where was I? Oh yes. Of course, I read Hindustani and Punjabi and if I could get my hands on some primary sources I shouldn’t be disappointed. But couldn’t you and Primrose pick those up for me and bring them back?”

“No.” It was Rue’s turn to be difficult. “We most definitely could not.”

Percy looked at her. “No, I suppose you would have no earthly idea what a true academic requires on the matter of chilli peppers.”

“As you say.”

Percy paused. “Very well, I shall come,” he capitulated suddenly and with great decisiveness. “Where is that valet with the tea?”

“You never rang for him.”

“I didn’t? Oh well. When do we leave? It should only take me a month or so to pack.”

“The evening after tomorrow.”

“What?”

“I shall send Dama’s carriage for you. The Spotted Custard is moored in Regent’s Park. His driver will know the way. I’ll have him call tomorrow afternoon in case you’d like to take some books over early and settle them in. And you’ll need to research aether current navigation and aerial maps of India.”

“I will? That sounds rather jolly. Spotted Custard, eh? New kind of pudding, is it? Delish. Can I finish with the quinces first?”

“No, the quinces will wait.”

“I understand that’s one of the advantages.”

“What?”

Percy explained, animated. “Quinces store very well, better than crab-apples. In cellars, and cupboards, and wardrobes, and hatboxes, and what have you.”

“Oh, do they? Very interesting, Percy dear. Perhaps I’ll have Cook order some for the journey. But you’ll still have to change study subjects for the time being. India, I’m afraid, must take precedence.”

“Hard taskmistress,” Percy grumbled.

“I’m sure you’ll become accustomed to it. You may bring the quince books along. You might have time to read as we float.”

Percy didn’t answer. He was at one of his shelves, combing through scrolls, rolled-up maps, and current charts.

Rue rang for the valet.

A harried young personage appeared. Rue gave him a funny look. Had Percy elevated the boot-black boy in lieu of any other household staff?