At the end of April Peter returned to Llanabba, Dr Fagan having announccd that the sale of the Castle had not been effected, and Margot and Paul went up to London to make arrangements for the wedding, which, contrary to all reasonable expectation, Margot decided was to take place in church with all the barbaric concomitants of bridesmaids, Mendelssohn, and Mumm. But before the wedding she had a good deal of South American business to see to.
'My first honeymoon was rather a bore, she said, 'so I'm not taking any chances with this one. I must get everything settled before we start, and then we're going to have the three best months of your life.
The work seemed to consist chiefly of interviewing young women for jobs in cabarets and as dancing partners. With some reluctance Margot allowed Paul to be present one morning as she saw a new batch. The room in which she conducted her business was the Sports Room, which had been decorated for her, in her absence, by little Davy Lennox, the society photographer. Two stuffed buffaloes stood one on each side of the door. The carpet was of grass‑green marked out with white lines, and the walls were hung with netting. The lights were in glass footballs, and the furniture was ingeniously designed of bats and polo‑sticks and golf‑clubs. Athletic groups of the early nineties and a painting of a prize ram hung on the walls.
'It's terribly common, said Margot, 'but it rather impresses the young ladies, which is a good thing. Some of them tend to be rather mannery if they aren't kept in order.
Paul sat in the corner ‑ on a chair made in the shape of an inflated Channel swimmer ‑ enraptured at her business ability. All her vagueness had left her, she sat upright at the table, which was covered with Balmoral tartan, her pen poised over an inkpot, which was set in a stuffed grouse, the very embodiment of the Feminist movement. One by one the girls were shown in.
'Name? said Margot.
'Pompilia de la Conradine.
Margot wrote it down.
'Real name?
'Bessy Brown.