Cavendish Mews is a smart set of flats in Mayfair where flapper and modern woman, the Honourable Lettice Chetwynd has set up home after coming of age and gaining her allowance. To supplement her already generous allowance, and to break away from dependence upon her family, Lettice has established herself as a society interior designer, so her flat is decorated with a mixture of elegant antique Georgian pieces and modern Art Deco furnishings, using it as a showroom for what she can offer to her well heeled clients.
It is evening at Cavendish Mews, and like many other evenings, Lettice has had , her old childhood chum, Gerald, join her for a quiet dinner, just the two of them. Gerald has a paltry allowance from his father, which has only dwindled since the family has been beset by more financial difficulties in the last few years, so the success of his fledgling couture house is imperative for his survival. Luckily, as well as being handsome, Gerald is charming, and has therefore been invited by friends to enjoy their largess and he often dines out at the cost of others.
Lettice sighs. After all she is the bride, and a royal one at that. Are you just a teensy bit jealous of her, Lettuce Leaf? What happens with the wireless then? Would Cyril or Charles claim custody rights for a few weeks a year?
Come on! It will marvellous fun! The more the merrier, so long as you bring a bottle. Gerald sits up in his seat and puts the collar aside, laying it flat on the black japanned coffee table between them. Hatchett for her up-and-coming middle-class mediocrity.
He enjoys the adulation of the people too much to not be King one day! Really darling! I would have expected better from you.
