“Oh, Ginny, now you’re just scraping the barrel for laughs!”
“Before you start laughing your fool heads off, look over there.” Ginny waved our gazes to where Matthias was standing with Tilly and Rupert within a circle of Hartleys and the curate and other guests, an audience held captive by Tilly who was retelling the highlights of the recent matches she had witnessed at Wimbledon. “You remember how friendly and admiring those parish girls were earlier when I introduced them to you and Lucia? They weren’t just awed by your reputations from the social pages. You two and Tilly are the only ones to whom Matthias has shown any special marks of attention. (Well, obviously the Hartleys don’t count, we overrun everything and everyone and we’re safely off the market.) They were gobsmacked and not
