But as Robert was allowed to be judge of the proprieties, and as the
kindness on his part was great, it was accepted; and Caroline was
carried off for three weeks to keep her residence, and make the house
feel what a blank her little figure had left.
Certainly, when the pair met again on the eve of the wedding, there
never was a more willing bride.
She said she had been very happy. The Colonel and Ellen, as she had
been told to call her future sister, had been very kind indeed; they
had taken her for long drives, shown her everything, introduced her
to quantities of people; but, oh dear! was it absolutely only three
weeks since she had been away? It seemed just like three years, and
she understood now why the girls who had homes made calendars, and
checked off the days. No school term had ever seemed so long; but at
Kenminster she had had nothing to do, and besides, now she knew what
home was!
So it was the most cheerful and joyous of weddings, though the bride
was a far less brilliant spectacle than the bride of last year, Mrs.
Robert Brownlow, who with her handsome oval face, fine figure, and
her tasteful dress, perfectly befitting a young matron, could not
help infinitely outshining the little girlish angular creature,
looking the browner for her bridal white, so that even a deep glow,
and a strange misty beaminess of expression could not make her
passable in Kenminster eyes.
Pages:
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30
31
32