"I did think Mr. Garnet would have fainted when the best man said, 'I can't find it, old horse!'"
EPILOGUE
Argument. From the Morning Post: "... and graceful, wore a simple gown of stiff satin and old lace, and a heavy lace veil fell in soft folds over the shimmering skirt. A reception was subsequently held by Mrs. O'Brien, aunt of the bride, at her house in Ennismore Gardens."
IN THE SERVANTS' HALL
The Cook. ... And as pretty a wedding, Mr. Hill, as ever I did see.
The Butler. Indeed, Mrs. Minchley? And how did our niece look?
The Cook (closing her eyes in silent rapture). Well, there! That lace! (In a burst of ecstacy.) Well, there!! Words can't describe it, Mr. Hill.