Yours sincerely,
CONSTANCE WHIGHAM.
Music 3.30 to 4.30.
Tea 4.30.
There was a chorus of approval round the Dobsons’ breakfast-table.
Lady Whigham’s concert went off with great éclat.
It was attended by many ladies, of whom one was a dowager countess, but there were also a bishop and a midshipman. The last had a bad cold and kept on blowing his nose during the performance of the soprano, a lady of strange appearance, said to be a Serbian refugee of noble origin.
Joan did not enjoy the concert as much as the others. She said the pianoforte playing was very indifferent—she wondered what Captain Leclerc, who sat in the front row next to Clara Whigham, thought of it.