Besides, the absolutely perfect kind of beauty might be monotonous." The two weeks before the wedding were the happiest of her life.

All day long, each day, vans were thundering up to the rear doors of Windrift, each van loaded to bursting with new and magnificent, if not beautiful costliness.

The house was full of the employees of florists, dressmakers, decorators, each one striving to outdo the other in servility.

Theresa was like an autocratic sovereign, queening it over these menials and fancying herself adored.

They showed _so_ plainly that they were awed by her and were in ecstasies of admiration over her taste.