Cheerful Weather for the Wedding Page #3

Yes, just look at us.

Or you and Roger, Hettie.

You didn't hang around.

That was a very long time ago.

Things were different then, of course.

Maybe one of us

should take her something to eat.

No, Joseph.

She doesn't want anything to eat.

Her stomach is upset.

- ls she all right?

- Lt's nerves.

Nerves!

So was the expedition to Greece

a great success, Joseph?

Just the usual stuff from dead

civilisations, dust and skeletons.

Ooh, skeletons? What happened to them all?

How much do you know

about the mating habits of female snakes?

Now, that's what l call a ritual.

The female of the species

is more deadly than the male.

Kitty, bring me that present

on the window seat.

L'd like to show everybody.

What is it?

Lt is a wedding present

from Dodo Potts-Griffith

just sent over by the chauffeur.

She made the whole thing entirely herself,

and it really is so very

cheerful and pretty.

- Yes, but what is it, Hettie?

- A lampshade, obviously.

Dear God.

L believe she learned how to do

this sort of thing from her own mother.

Specially made for Dolly!

Really? Why?

Thank you.

Mr Owen Bigham to see you, ma'am.

Mrs Thatcham, this is too dreadful of me.

L know this is the last place in the world

l ought to be at the present moment.

The fact is, Dolly has got the ring.

She took it to have it made smaller

at the jeweller's.

She promised faithfully

she would give it back to Tiger

but has apparently forgotten to do so.

What a perfectly Dolly thing to do.

Perhaps she gave it to Tony by mistake?

Well, Robert, go upstairs

and ask her what she's done with it.

- Me?

- Go on, Robert.

Please, one of you

do something useful for once.

- l'll go, Mrs Thatcham.

- Don't trouble yourself, Joseph.

Robert appears more than capable.

God. Bella.

So the animals are being fed in here.

Ls there anything left

for little old me, l wonder?

- Breath like a dragon.

- Well, thank heavens for my chauffeur.

L can never remember my way

through these tiny roads.

Bella dear, this is Dolly's Owen.

Ha! The groom is here before the wedding.

Priceless.

How do you do?

He's here to get the ring.

Dolly forgot to hand it over last night.

Well, Hettie, there

always has to be a drama.

Do sit down, Bella,

before you tire yourself out.

L simply cannot tell you

how marvellous my chauffeur is.

You know, he treats me like an empress.

- He's almost as handsome as the car.

- Ls he really?

- Which route did you take, Bella?

- Bob. Hello, darling.

L don't know,

but it was the one with the day trippers.

Where on Earth, l kept asking myself,

are they all going a week before Christmas?

- Lapland, probably.

- What?

- Lapland!

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