Say Yes Samantha by Barbara Cartland

Author:Barbara Cartland
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Barbara Cartland EBooks ltd
Published: 2014-01-01T16:00:00+00:00

Reflection 13

Lady Meldrith looks more like a pretty parakeet than when I last saw her.

She is obviously delighted to see Giles and gushed,

“How sweet of you to come and to bring little Samantha with you.”

As I am at least six inches taller than she is, I can’t help feeling that the ‘little’ refers more to my station in life than to my actual height.

The drawing room, when it isn’t full of people, is most impressive and the flowers, all hothouse and very expensive, are beautifully arranged.

I hoped I would see someone I know, but, although they are familiar faces from the magazines, there is no one I have actually spoken to before.

Prince Vezelode of Russia is rather disappointing. He is tall and was obviously good-looking when he was young, but he is now over fifty.

“What has the Prince been doing since the Revolution?” I asked the man standing beside me. I never heard his name, but I gathered that he is a Member of Parliament.

“Washing up in some sleazy European restaurant, I expect,” he answered.

I look surprised and he said,

“We ought not to laugh about it – the Russian aristocracy have had a terrible time in the last eleven years since they escaped from the Bolsheviks.”

“The Prince looks very prosperous now,” I said.

I noticed that he has enormous pearl and diamond studs in his white shirt. My companion smiled.

“He has Wilfrey’s Waffles to thank for that.”

I wait for the explanation and he added,

“That’s the Princess – the fat little woman with dyed hair talking to our host. She was a Miss Wilfrey and a packet of their famous waffles stands on every American breakfast table.”

I laugh and then I said,

“Talking of waffles makes me feel quite hungry. Surely it’s time for dinner?”

I am hungry owing to the fact that we worked all through lunchtime with a very special order that Giles had promised to do in record time.

I wish that editors were a little more considerate and would make up their minds what they want before the last moment. We always have a rush just as the paper is ‘going to bed’ – which seems to me a most inappropriate expression.

My companion is counting.

“We are twenty-nine,” he said, “and, as I imagine that there will be an even number of dinner guests there is obviously one more to come.”

Even as he spoke I see someone come in through the door and I know who it is!

My heart seemed to leap in the air and turn several somersaults and I have the uncomfortable feeling that I am going to faint.

It is David! The one person I was sure I wouldn’t see here tonight – David!

I want to run away, to hide and I can’t think what I can possibly say to him!

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