There was another round of toasts being made at the refreshments table (we had all lost count after the official toasts accompanying the cutting of the wedding cake). Tilly still held Rupert and the curate transfixed with her Wimbledon tales. Some of the children had begun a game of cricket on the lawn. Things had settled down a bit, Ginny said, and Tessa and Kit were finally being afforded some peace to eat their own wedding cake.
Tessa beamed and said it was delicious. Kit agreed, adding that it did not matter what the cake actually tasted of, it was his wedding cake, of course it was damned well going to be delicious.
One of the younger Hartleys ran up and said another guest had come. Ginny rolled her eyes as the new arrival appeared, coming down the gravel path. Tessa and Kit put dow
