As expected, Baroness Seitzinger didn't come unarmed to our meeting last night. When we entered she was having one of her garish pieces of jewelry--The Heart of Pond--fastened by her Spanish hand maiden. (Truly, only someone with a purchased title travels with a hand maiden these days.)

It wasn't but for a few minutes later that calamity struck. With a sweeping hand
gesture, the Baroness popped out one of Mr. Astor's contacts. She, and several other concerned guests, got on their hands and knees in search of the contact that would later show up on one of Mr. Astor's shopping bag. This is a natural pose for the Baroness.

Of course, we couldn't get a word in edgewise between non-stop claptrap from Mrs. Stuyvesant-Fish about how the world revolved around her every thought and Seitzinger's endless chatter about her wealth and purchased place in society. To everyone's surprise, Officer Brian popped in; it is so like him to arrive unannounced.

We had so much fun that I've called for another meeting this afternoon and neither one of these hags would dare not show up and be talked about.