I suppose I must please him in some way, for, really, he seems dreadfully in love.
'You must come to my wedding, Ursula, and I must choose your dress for you; of course father will pay for it, but I promise you it shall be pretty, and suitable to your complexion.

I mean to have eight bridesmaids.

Jocelyn will be one, of course, and I shall get that tall, fair Grace Underley to act as a foil to her bigness.

I shall not ask poor Lesbia to be one; it would be too trying for her, and I know you will not care about it; but you must come for a week, and see all my pretty things, and help poor mamma, for she has only Jocelyn: so remember you are to keep yourself disengaged the week after Easter.' I wrote back that same evening warm congratulations to Sara and Aunt Philippa, and promised to come when Sara wanted me.

A gay wedding was not to my taste, but I knew I owed this duty to them: they had been kind to me in their own fashion and according to their lights, and I would not fail them.