“I believe Alice gave Catriona the biscuits. I have noticed her sneaking uneaten food from my tray.” He glances down the hall, as if making certain Alice isn’t there, though he still lowers his voice. “I have spoken to Isla about it, and she says I ought not to comment. Alice has known want in the past, and so it eases her mind to store food in her quarters. It is, after all, unwanted food, and no harm is done. I would prefer to give her some to put away, but Isla does not wish to embarrass the girl.”
