Her beautiful face was quite calm, and wore an expression of pleased interest.
"Do you agree with me, Coralie ?" asked my unsuspecting sister.
"Certainly; there is no position in the county equal to that of Lady Trevelyan of Crown Anstey." "How strange it is, Edgar, that you should be married, and your wife Lady Trevelyan! Sometimes it seems to me all a dream." "Dreams come and go so lightly," said Coralie, with that smile which always made me slightly afraid.
The remainder of that day we spent in making out a long list of all things needful.

Coralie's taste was paramount.

She decided upon little matters of elegance we never even thought of.

It was she who strongly advised me to send to London for Mr.Dickson, the well-known decorator.
"He will arrange a suite of rooms so perfectly that you will hardly know them," she said.
So it was decided.

Mr.Dickson came, and when he found there was to be no limit either to time, expense, money, or anything else, he promised me something that should make Crown Anstey famous.