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Updated: June 22, 2025
The dinner at the Casserols' was given to those of the bride's friends who had been conspicuous in the day's festivities. Shelton found himself between Miss Casserol and a lady undressed to much the same degree. Opposite sat a man with a single diamond stud, a white waistcoat, black moustache, and hawk-like face.
There were no holes in his armour through which the impertinent might pry. "Good old Benjy!" whispered young Dennant; "I say, they look a bit short of class, those Casserols." Shelton, who was acquainted with this family, smiled. The sensuous sanctity all round had begun to influence him.
"You know," began young Dennant, "that this bounder" he slapped the young man Benjy on the knee "is going to be spliced to-morrow. Miss Casserol you know the Casserols Muncaster Gate." "By Jove!" said Shelton, delighted to be able to say something they would understand. "Young Champion's the best man, and I 'm the second best.
"Carnival of second-hand emotions!" thought Shelton; and he, too, craned his head and brushed his hat. Then, smirking at his friends, he made his way towards the door. In the Casserols' house he found himself at last going round the presents with the eldest Casserol surviving, a tall girl in pale violet, who had been chief bridesmaid. "Did n't it go off well, Mr. Shelton?" she was saying
In addition to the conventionally fast, Shelton had met there one or two ladies, who, having been divorced, or having yet to be, still maintained their position in "society." Divorced ladies who did not so maintain their place were never to be found, for the Casserols had a great respect for marriage.
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