Of course, in a way, it was a little triumph for me; the women whom Blakely's mother had snubbed enjoyed the sight immensely, and when she appeared, accompanied by Mrs.
Sanderson-Spear and some of the "Choicest Flowers," and saw what was happening to her duke, she was too angry for words.

Heavens, how that woman did hate me that afternoon! The next morning six more "Choicest Flowers" arrived from San Francisco (rare orchids whose grandfathers had come over from Ireland in the steerage).

The third son of an English baronet who owned a chicken-ranch near Los Angeles and a German count who sold Rhine wines to the best families also appeared; for that night Blakely's mother was to give such a dinner as had never before been given in Santa Barbara.
Under the heading: SANTA BARBARA NOW THE MOST COSMOPOLITAN CITY IN AMERICA an enterprising Los Angeles newspaper devoted a whole page to the coming event.

Adjective was piled on adjective, split infinitive on split infinitive.

The dinner was to be given in the ballroom of the hotel....