Through an advertisement in the Mayor’s copy of “The Lady” magazine, the Banquet Committee had become aware of a leading practitioner in this field, Mr Maltravers McGrath. Indeed Mr McGrath was noted to be current Chairman of the International Guild of Toastmasters and Hospitality Facilitators.
Diva’s ensemble was topped off – literally - by a jaunty feathered head-dress which she referred to throughout the evening as “my fascinator” – a term new to Tilling and not quite living up to its nomenclature.
After the health of The King had been drunk, a toast to the Guests was proposed by Mr Twistevant, who had chaired the small but effective Banquet Committee. As he rose to speak, more than one person present commented upon the prominence of his name in the Banquet programme, compared particularly to the Mayor in whose honour the event was after all being held. Lucia’s name was barely legible by comparison.
This irony was not lost upon the Mayoress who looked pointedly at Lucia and loudly remarked, “Such a pretty programme Worship and such clear lettering. Dear Mr Twistevant’s name is so bold and clear. The font is just like that on Mr Georgie’s sweet little memorial, don’t you think?”
After a pleasant farewell luncheon, Robert and Daisy Quantock and Olga Bracely departed. Lucia and Georgie stood on the steps of Mallards House side by side and waved their guest off. As the last vehicle had turned the corner of West Street into Porpoise Street, they turned sadly to each other and, without speaking, sighed and shrugged their shoulders.
“That’s alright dear one.”
As each readjusted the parcels in their respective shopping baskets and apologised for the collision, a few acid observations were exchanged regarding “Worship’s wonderful fiesta on Saturday evening”. As their conversation drew to a close,
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