Once--oh, prodigious!--we take a walk round the Home Farm together, and he consults me about the Berkshire pigs.

Then comes a mad rush for clothes.

I am involved in a whirlwind of haberdashery, Brussels lace, diamonds.

It feels very odd--the becoming possessed of a great number of stately garments, to which Barbara has no fellows--Barbara and I, who hitherto have been always stitch for stitch alike.

And meanwhile I see next to nothing of my future husband.