Chapter Seven“Oh, darling Papa! I am so, so glad. It is just what I have wished for you!”
As she spoke, Imeldra kissed her father and then Beryl.
“You are quite – certain you don’t – mind?” Beryl asked in a soft anxious voice.
“You are exactly the wife that I would have chosen for Papa if he had asked me. I was terrified that he would marry one of those hard sophisticated beauties who always tried to shoo me away so that they could be with Papa alone.”
“You know I would never do that.”
Imeldra smiled at her.
Then she said to her father,
“Now you must hurry and get well, Papa. There is so much for you to do.”
“I know that,” the Earl replied in a contented voice, “and I have not only to make plans for the Horse Show but also for my marriage.”
He looked at Beryl as he spoke and held
