“There must be a catalogue, Serena. They would have been too vain for their own good, I just know it!”
“Tiffany"s or Graff"s, Harry? Both are splendid, so I"m told,” she smiled heavenly then added while flexing the fingers of her left hand, “but it"s best to visit the De Beers shop in Old Bond Street for the ultimate diamond collections, I believe.”
I"d opened my mouth before giving it any real thought, simply following my instincts which, to be honest, had not always served me that well. Joseph had excited me.
“I"m joking, Harry, don"t look so worried. You seem to have mislaid your sense of humour since I"ve been gone. You have great qualities, and one of those was your ability to see fun everywhere. Are you slowing down in old age?”
We were in the south lounge, part of the so-called
