Lady Margery's Intrigues
“said Lady Margery Quennell miserably. “No one will marry me now.”Lady Amelia looked at her young friend and shook her head sadly. After such a monumental humiliation as the episode at Carlton House, no young lady could hope any longer for marriage. A few people had been surprisingly kind, and even Mr. George Brummell had sent Margery a charming letter full of nonsense and gossip. Amelia blamed herself more than Margery. She, Amelia, was the older and therefore should surely have been the wiser. She knew Chuffley was miserable about the state of affairs as well.The full glory of a perfect summer's day blazed round Chelmswood, sparkling like diamonds in the mullioned windows and bringing a lazy, sleepy hush to the great park, but all Margery could notice was how each sunbeam picked out the bare patches in the carpet and mercilessly highlighted the stained and worn upholstery.Both women were engaged in darning linen sheets.“But he escorted you home,” said Amelia suddenly.There was no nee...d for Margery to ask who she meant by “he.”“He was very drunk, I believe.”MoreLess
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