So then, after the magical evening I expected, I went to a place I often go, enjoyed a bit of bubbly with the owner, was told my tab was on the house, found a box of chocolate mice with ribbon tails in my purse –– a delicious gift, and came home to a care package containing Lord Berners' The Château de Résenlieu (sent by the publisher, with whom I enjoyed ice cream sundaes in the basement grill of his storied club, named in homage to Tennyson, yesterday, while he regaled me with personal tales of the family behind Brideshead Revisited). Who could ask for anything more?
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