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the whole thing would be far more impressive--and more religious, too, if youknow what I mean. It is so hard to keep one's mind reverent when somebody issaying things through the nose." It was. Midge decided, a very Lucyishreception. It made her want to both laugh and cry. "I'd love to be married fromhere, Lucy," she said. "Then that's settled, darling. Off-white satin, I think, and anivory prayer book-- not a bouquet. Bridesmaids?" ,< "No. I don't want a fuss. Just avery quiet wedding.""I know what you mean, darling--and I think perhaps you are right. With anAutumn wedding it's nearly always chrysanthemums--such an uninspiring flower, Ialways think. And unless one takes a lot of time to choose them carefully, bridesmaidsnever match properly and there's nearly always one terribly plain one who ruins thewhole effect--but one has to have her because she's usually the bridegroom's sister.But, of course--" Lady Angkatell beamed. "Edward hasn't got any sisters." "Thatseems to be one point in my favour," said Edward, smiling. "But children are reallythe worst at weddings," went on Lady Angkatell, happily | pursuing her own trainof thought. "Every- |one says 'How sweet!' but, my dear, the anxiety! They step on the train, or else they howlfor Nannie, and quite often they're sick. I always wonder how a girl can go up the aislein a proper frame of mind, while she's so uncertain about what is happening behindher." "There needn't be anything behind me," said Midge cheerfully. "Not even atrain. I can be married in a coat and skirt." "Oh, no. Midge, that's so like a widow.No, off-white satin and not from Madame Alfrege's." "Certainly not from MadameAlfrege's," said Edward. "I shall take you to Mireille," said Lady Angkatell."My dear Lucy, I can't possibly affordMireille." "Nonsense, Midge. Henry and I are going to give you your trousseau.And Henry, of course, will give you away. I do hope the band of his trousers won'tbe too tight. It's nearly two years since he last went to a wedding. And I shallwear--" Lady Angkatell paused and closed her eyes. "Yes, Lucy?""Hydrangea blue," announced Lady Angkatell in a rapt voice. "I suppose, Edward, youwill have one of your own friends for best man; otherwise, of course, there isDavid. I cannot help feeling it would be frightfully good for David. It would give himpoise, you know, and he would feel we all liked him. That, I am sure is very importantwith David. It must be so disheartening, youknow, to feel you are clever and intellectual and yet nobody likes you any the betterfor it! But, of course, it would be rather a risk. He would probably lose the ring, ordrop it at the last minute. I expect it would worry Edward too much. But it would benice in a way to keep it to the same people we've had here for the murder."Lady Angkatell uttered the last few words in the most conversational of tones."Lady Angkatell has been entertaining a few friends for a murder this Autumn,"Midge could not help saying. "Yes," said Lucy meditatively. "I suppose it didsound like that. A party for the shooting . . . You know, when you come to think ofit, that's just what it has been!" Midge gave a faint shiver and said: