"Diplomacy often is, or so I have observed," Laurence says, a little rueful. "The negotiations are in the hands of those far better suited to it than I; I can only hope I will not, by some word or deed, give pause to the proceedings."

This is as far as he will allow himself to hint at any of his own misgivings; fortunately the odd waiter returns with a frankly astounding assortment of tea and refreshments. Even Laurence, who wishes heartily for black tea with milk and a scone with jam and clotted cream besides, must admit that the scents rising from the dishes are both delicate and delicious.

"Thank you," he says, accepting the cup. "What a handsome tea you have managed; you honor me, Hanguang-jun."