The choir was augmented with another from the Lynchester family Church and were so squeezed into the stalls that it was almost impossible for the small boys to turn over the pages of their hymn books.
They sang with a cheerful gusto that was commendable, but which Elfa thought was not particularly melodious.
After the Bishop had blessed them, the Duke offered Elfa his arm to lead her into the Vestry to sign the Register where they were joined by a few relatives pushing their way in to show their importance.
It was Caroline who lifted Elfa’s veil from her face and swept it back over her head.
“Mama was furious when she saw your gown,” she whispered.
“I thought she would be,” Elfa replied, “but it is too late now to do anything about it!”
Caroline then smiled and she looked so lovely t
