God would not part the blessed souls of true lovers.
A short sleep, broken by happy dreams, and it was morning, Mary's
wedding morning, fairest of summer days, July in all her beauty. Mary
went to her grandmother's room, and waited upon her at breakfast.
Lady Maulevrier was in excellent spirits.
'Everything is arranged, Mary, I have had a telegram from Hammond, who
has got the licence, and will come at half-past one. At three the Vicar
will come to marry you, his daughters, Katie and Laura, acting as your
bridesmaids.'
'Bridesmaids!' exclaimed Mary. 'I forgot all about bridesmaids. Am I
really to have any?'
'You will have two girls of your own age to bear you company, at any
rate. I have asked dear old Horton to be present; and he, Fraeulein, and
Maulevrier will complete the party. It will not be a brilliant wedding,
Mary, or a costly ceremonial, except for the licence.'
'And poor Jack will have to pay for that,' said Mary, with a long face.
'Poor Jack refused to let me pay for it,' answered Lady Maulevrier. 'He
is vastly independent, and I fear somewhat reckless.
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