There was the account of the sale of Boola Boola to be rendered up
too; and the place had risen so much in value that it had brought in
far more than Harold had expected when leaving England, so that he
and Eustace were much richer men than he had reckoned on being.
Mrs. Sam Alison had arrived safely, but rather surprised not to find
people walking on their heads, as she had been told everything was
upside down. Her son had so far recovered that he could undertake
such employment in writing as it was possible to procure. The mother
and son were very happy together, but Harold winced as if a sore were
touched when he spoke of their meeting.
I was anxious that he should hear of nothing to vex him that night,
for there was more than enough to annoy him another day, and I talked
on eagerly about the arrangements for the wedding. Hippolyta had
insisted on making it a mingled archery and hunt-wedding. She was to
wear the famous belt. The bridegroom, her brothers, and most of the
gentlemen were to be in their pink; we bridesmaids had scarlet
ribbons, and the favours had miniature fox brushes fastened with
arrows in the centre; even our lockets, with their elaborate cypher
of E's, A's, and H's, depended from the head of a fox.
Prometesky looked amazed, as well he might. "Your ladies are
changed," he said. "It would formerly scarcely have been thought
feminine to show such ardour for the chase.
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