Wednesday, July 21, 1920
London
Lodgings on Baker Street
Matthew found the ad he was looking for.
''Perseus. It was divine. Andromeda.'
Personal ads in the Times
Thursday, July 22, 1920
'Andromeda. Meet me this Saturday at noon at the fountain in front of our host's house. We will picnic. There will be cake. Perseus.'
Friday, July 23, 1920
''Perseus. You forget sir that we have not been properly introduced. What kind of cake?. Andromeda.'
Sunday, July 25, 1920
'Andromeda. My lady you forget that we were introduced by Lord Eros. It was chocolate cake. The pigeons thought it was divine. Perseus.'
Monday, July 26, 1920
''Perseus. If only Andromeda had known it was chocolate. Oh the bitter regret. Still we must be chaperoned. Andromeda.'
Tuesday, July 27, 1920
'Andromeda. There will be other cakes. Wedding cake, anniversary cakes, christening cakes, birthday cakes. Some will be chocolate. The moon and the stars will be our chaperones. Perseus.'
Wednesday, July 28, 1920
''Perseus. All this talk of cake makes one think that perhaps we should dine together. Andromeda.'
Thursday, July 29, 1920
London
Painswick House
'Andromeda. Before we dine we shall dance. This Saturday night. Perseus.'
Mary frowned. Dance? This Saturday? Where? Then she remembered the invitation from the Duke and Duchess of Sto Helit. She and Edith had received invitations, their first invitations to a society ball in... eight years and she had told Edith she did not want to go. Not after that horrid garden party, horrid except for... she smiled.
"Edith!" Where was she? They didn't have much time if they were to find suitable gowns. "Edith!"
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Friday, July 30, 1920
London
Lodgings on Baker Street
Matthew smiled.
''Perseus. Every dance is yours. Andromeda.'
"Bert!" For some unknown reason both he and Bert had received invitations to the Sto Helit Ball. Bert had not wanted to go, would not know anyone and did not want to be stared at. Well too damn bad, Bert owed him a turn as wing man. "Bert!"
