The bright face and pretty frock of Iris Easter, however, were not allowed to shed illumination upon the drab lives of Lady Rossiter's guests on Sunday until the wedding-present question had been inadequately discussed.
Mr. Cooper was mounted upon verbal stilts, and adorned his discourse with many tags of commercial phraseology; Miss Farmer would only say that she was sure Miss Easter would be pleased whatever they settled; and Miss Sandiloe giggled and looked meaningly at Mr. Cooper. Needless to say, Mr. Fairfax Fuller put in no appearance.
Edna was by turns kindly, practical, helpful and sympathetic, but still no decision could be reached.
"What is the amount subscribed?"
"Just over two pounds, so far, but there are a few more responses to come in."
"It isn't the amount, Lady Rossiter, is it?" wearily enquired Miss Farmer.
"Certainly not. The thought is everything."
It almost appeared as though the thought was indeed to be everything.
"Have you decided what you wish to give?"
The three members of the staff exchanged glances.