Obviously, the mood changed immediately and we started to talk about Mrs. Stuyvesant-Fish; you have to go with the social flow. Mrs. S-F finally arrived and received The Baroness with obvious horror. The Baroness never travels without a superfluous amount of jewels and I tried to swallow her bauble, the Star of the Pond (or Lake, or Sea--I'm never sure what she calls that God-awful gaudy thing), but a gag reflex forced it up. It lives to be obnoxious still.
We ended the afternoon as always, with a sense of happiness--especially since The Baroness gave us a ride home in her carriage with the fake ducal crests. The poor thing; she actually told Mrs. S-F that she was ready to go one rung up the the ladder to Duchess. Mrs. S-F and I both had a laugh wondering how she forgot all the rungs in between. I mean, we couldn't sleep we laughed so hard.