CHAPTER XI
THE FEASTING OF THE CHARM
"There's that that would be thought upon,
I trow, beside the bride.
The business of the kitchen's great,
For it is fit that men should eat,
Nor was it there denied."
Sir John Suckling.
Crowded hours were to follow that quiet afternoon in the forest.
A morning or so afterwards Olwen darted out into the hall, where she had caught a glimpse of the bride-to-be going past in a great hurry.
"Miss Walsh——!"
"Oh, Olwen," said Miss Walsh, stopping breathlessly. "Oh, I do want to talk to you, but I haven't a moment. It's the lunch today, you know, the déjeuner intime for all his relations and friends. They've had the cards——"