Decorative painting

Decorative painting
How like a first night at the Opera!'' he thought, recognising all the same faces in the same boxes (no, pews), and wondering if, when the Last Trump sounded,
-180-Mrs. Selfridge Merry would be there with the same towering ostrich feathers in her bonnet, and Mrs. Beaufort with the same diamond earrings and the same smile -- and whether suitable proscenium seats were already prepared for them in another world.
After that there was still time to review, one by one, the familiar countenances in the first rows; the women's sharp with curiosity and excitement, the men's sulky with the obligation of having to put on their frock-coats before luncheon, and fight for food at the wedding-breakfast.
``Too bad the breakfast is at old Catherine's,'' the bridegroom could fancy Reggie Chivers saying. ``But I'm told that Lovell Mingott insisted on its being cooked by his own chef, so it ought to be good if one can only get at it.'' And he could imagine Sillerton Jackson adding with authority: ``My dear fellow, haven't you heard? It's to be served at small tables, in the new English fashion.''