The church was crowded with people, and everybody turned to stare at us as we came in, but I saw only one face--Will"s face--with the light I most loved shining in his eyes. I stood at Vere"s side, and heard her repeat her vows in sweet, firm tones, which never faltered, but Jim"s voice trembled as he made that touching promise of faithfulness "in sickness and in health," and I saw his hand tighten over hers.
It was like a dream--the swelling bursts of music, the faces of the clergy; behind all, the great stained window, with the Christ looking down... Then the wedding march pealed out, we took our places in the carriages, and drove home once more.
Vere and her husband stood beneath one of the arches of the pergola, to receive the congratulations of their friends, a picture couple, as happy as they were handsome. The sky was like a dome of blue, the scent of roses was in the air, and Will came to meet me across the green, green gra.s.s.
"Una!" he cried. "_At last_!" and clasped my hand in his.
Oh, I am terribly happy! I should like everyone in the world to be as happy as I am to-day!
THE END.