She and Mrs. Irvine escorted Ladies Eldon and Bathurst to see the church and a few examples of municipal architecture. Lady Pogue had no interest in anything that did not wear trousers or add to her personal embellishment. I accompanied her. We poked around the drapery shop but nothing was purchased till we entered the milliner’s. There she found a soul mate in the French milliner. For half an hour they chattered about ribbons and feathers and flowers till I was bored to flinders. Lady Pogue tried on every bonnet in the shop and finally bought a navy blue glazed poke bonnet with a high crown, which became her famously. After lunch at Wycherly the gentlemen declared themselves on a holiday and asked us what we would like to do. Mrs. Irvine elected to accompany Lady Eldon and her husband on a tour of the garden. I have mentioned Mrs. Irvine’s universal appeal to all the various sorts of humankind. The Eldons were the exception, and I was a little uneasy to think of that mismatched threesome.
