Mrs. Brownlow had a black lace veil thrown over her head; and both
she and the clergyman with her, in muslin-veiled hat, had large white
sunshades.
"Little did we think where we should meet again, and why, Mr.
Ogilvie. Do you feel as if you had got into 'Tales of the Alhambra,'
or into the 'Tempest'?"
"I hope not to continue in the 'Tempest,' at any rate, after this
Algier wedding."
"Though no doubt you feel, as I do, that the world goes very like a
game at consequences. Who would ever have put together The Vicar of
Benneton and Mary Ogilvie in the amphitheatre at Constantina, eating
lion-steaks. Consequence was, an engaged ring. What the world said,
'Who would have thought it?'"
"The world in my person should say you have been Mary's kindest
friend, Mrs. Brownlow. Little did I think, when I persuaded Charles
Morgan to give himself six months' rest from his parish by reading
with Armine, that this was to be the end of it, though I am sure
there is not a man in the world to whom I am so glad to give my
sister."
"And is it not delightful to see dear old Mary? She looks younger
now than ever she did in her whole life, and has broken out of all
her primmy governessy crust. Oh! it has been such fun to watch it,
so entirely unconscious as both of them were.
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