Already it appeared that there would not be a seat to spare at St. George’s Hanover Square and the Countess was growing more and more frantic as wedding presents poured in to Curzon Street and the Marquis’s house in Park Lane.
They all had to be listed so that later they could be properly acknowledged.
“If anyone thinks I am going to spend my honeymoon writing letters of thanks for this collection they are mistaken!” Beryl exclaimed.
She and Torilla were unpacking a dozen parcels, which had been delivered that morning.
“Some of the things are nice,” Torilla remarked.
“As far as I am concerned they are a lot of junk!” Beryl replied scathingly. “Look at this garnet brooch! Can you see me wearing garnets when Gallen has a collection of rubies worth a King’s ransom?”
“It was sent to you
