CHAPTER THREESir Terence raised his glass.
“To your happiness!” he toasted. “Which I believe with all my heart you both will find.”
He spoke with a sincerity that made it impossible for Quenella, who had looked sceptical at his words, not to respond.
“Thank you, Uncle Terence.”
Lady O’Kerry wiped a tear from her eye.
“I only wish you could have had a proper Wedding,” she said. “I would have so enjoyed a Ceremony at St. George’s or St. Margaret’s Westminster. I had ten bridesmaids when I was married – ”
“And an ugly lot they were!” Sir Terence interposed.
They all laughed and Quenella knew that her uncle had avoided in his usual adroit manner a sentimental scene that her aunt always enjoyed.
“I for one am thankful that we have been married without a great deal of fuss,” Rex Daviot r
