"Five."

"Thank heaven! I've brought enough for a square meal for a dozen."

"We have eaten a little, little bit each day of the servants' rice, washing
it first for hours, until today, when two of the servants were taken sick
and we thought perhaps their food was poisoned too. Oh, we're hungry!"

Hasamurti, Yasmini's maid, opened the basket on the floor and crowed
aloud. Tess apologized.

"I knew nothing about the caste restrictions, but I've put in meat jelly--
and bread--and fruit--and rice--and nuts--and milk--and tea--and wine--
and sugar--"

Yasmini laughed.

"I am as Western as I choose to be, and only pretend to caste when
I see fit. My maids do as I do, or they seek another mistress. Come!"

Hasamurti would have spread a banquet there on the floor, but Yasmini
led them up-stairs, holding Tess by the hand, turning to the right at the
stairhead into a room all cream and golden, lighted by hanging lamps
that shone through disks of colored glass. There she pulled Tess
down beside her on to a great soft divan and they all ate together, the
maids munching their share while they served their mistress. They
devoured the milk, and left the wine, eating, all things considered,
astonishingly moderately.