Jill eyed him severely before proceeding.
"It could be quite quiet," she continued; "the wedding, I mean. At a registry place——"
"Mrs. Hunt's, for instance," said Berry.
"—and then we could all go down to White Ladies together, and when he has to go back to fix things up in Italy, I could go, too."
"My darling," said Daphne, "don't you want to be married from home? In our own old church at Bilberry? For only one thing, if you weren't, I don't think the village would ever get over it."
Jill sighed.
"When you talk like that," she said, "I don't want to be married at all…. Yes, I do. I want Piers. I wouldn't be happy without him. But… If only he hadn't got four estates of his own, we might——"
"Five," said Berry. Jill opened her big grey eyes. "Four now, and a share in another upon his wedding day."
Jill knitted her brow.
"I never knew this," she said. "What's the one he's going to have?"