“It sounds very very wonderful!” Helga cried.
“Then we will go to Grosvenor Chapel immediately,” the Duke said, “and, as I would not wish you to be disappointed, my darling, because you cannot wear the conventional veil and diamond tiara that is usually worn by all the Duchesses of Rocklington, I have brought you a wreath of white orchids, which will appear to anyone who sees it as just an ordinary piece of headgear, but to you and me it will mean something very different.”
He took the wreath as he spoke from where it was lying on a chair and placed it carefully on her head.
It made Helga look, he thought, even younger and more springlike than she had before and after a long moment he asked,
“Could anyone be lovelier?”
Then once again they were driving through the streets, but this ti
