Mrs. Vandevilt’s own linen, some of her own silver, as well as rugs for her feet and an ermine cover for her bed, had all been transported across the Atlantic.
Lady Edith longed to tell the Duke how funny she thought it was, but decided he might not be amused and she had best keep such information to herself.
Instead she said,
“I am so sorry for Magnolia. She adores her father and is actually very upset not only by his accident, but also that he cannot be present at the wedding.”
Again the Duke’s lips tightened but he said nothing and Lady Edith went on,
“You will meet her of course tomorrow night at a family dinner party that I have arranged before the wedding. We shall only be thirty, or rather twenty-nine now that Mr. Vandevilt cannot come.”
“Fossilwaithe informed me,” the Duke sa
