"A smile flickered across Coral's face. "Have you ever noticed that once you have had a taste of certain sweets--raspberry trifle is my own despair--it is quite impossible not to think, not to want, not to crave until you have taken another bite?" "Lord Swartingham is not a raspberry trifle." "No, more of a dark chocolate mousse, I should think," Coral murmured. "And," Anna continued as if she hadn't heard the interruption, "I don't need another bite, uh,night of him."