20/93 At last she came, looking very nice in a blouse and skirt. When she went with William to chapel, he in his frock-coat and silk hat, she in her furs and London-made costume, Paul and Arthur and Annie expected everybody to bow to the ground in admiration. And Morel, standing in his Sunday suit at the end of the road, watching the gallant pair go, felt he was the father of princes and princesses. For a year now she had been a sort of secretary or clerk in a London office. But while she was with the Morels she queened it. |