The opening exhortation was made and the opening prayers were offered for both pairs together.
Then the momentous questions were put and answered, and the marriage vows were made, by each pair separately.
Each bride was given away in turn by Alden Lytton. Finally the concluding prayer was offered and the benediction p.r.o.nounced upon both.
It was over.
Congratulations, tears, smiles and kisses followed. A half an hour in pleasant chatter, in which every one talked and no one listened, followed, and then the doors of the dining-room were thrown open and the company was invited in to the breakfast.
Three long tables stood parallel to each other, the whole length of the room, leaving only s.p.a.ce to pa.s.s around them.
Each table was decorated with the most fragrant and beautiful flowers, adorned with the most elegant plate, china and gla.s.s, and loaded with every delicacy appropriate to the occasion.
But the middle table was distinguished by the "wedding-cake" _par excellence_--an elegant and beautiful piece of art, formed like a Grecian temple of Hymen, erected upon a rock, adorned with beautiful forms, birds, b.u.t.terflies, flowers, and so forth.
This middle table was also honored with the presence of the brides and bridegrooms, with their attendants and immediate friends, and with that of the officiating bishop.
After the first course Mr. Lytton, who occupied a seat at the foot of this table, arose in his place and made the usual little speech, and proposed the health of both "happy pairs."
This was drunk with enthusiasm.
Then the health of the bride-maids was proposed and honored.
Mr. Brent proposed their accomplished host and hostess. And this toast was honored with an enthusiasm equal to that which had attended that of the brides and bridegrooms.
An hour, every moment of which was filled up with enjoyment, was spent at the table, and then the beautiful hostess, Mrs. Alden Lytton, gave the signal, and the ladies all arose and withdrew.
The two brides, accompanied by Emma, went upstairs to their rooms to change their bridal dresses for traveling-suits, for the two carriages were already waiting at the gates to convey them to Wendover, whence they were to take the train for Richmond, _en route_ for the North.
They were soon dressed in their pretty suits of soft, dove-colored silk, with hats and gloves of the same shade.
They went down to the drawing-room, still accompanied by Emma.
The gentlemen had just come in from the breakfast-table, and all the guests were a.s.sembled there to see the happy pairs off on their bridal tours.
Emma had left the room for a few minutes to give some orders.
Alden Lytton had just embraced his sister, and was holding the hand of his brother-in-law, wishing him all manner of happiness and prosperity, when the door opened and Jerome entered, saying:
"There"s a gemman out here wants to see Mr. Lytton most partic"lar."
"Show him in," said Alden Lytton, smiling, and expecting to see some guest who had come too late for the wedding.
CHAPTER XLV.
A TERRIBLE SUMMONS.
You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting With most admired disorder.
--SHAKESPEARE.
The servant left the room, and presently returned and ushered in a tall, stout, gray-haired man, whom all present recognized as Mr. John Bowlen, the deputy sheriff of the county.
The new-comer bowed to the a.s.sembled company and walked straight up to Alden Lytton, who advanced to meet him.
"You are Mr. Alden Lytton, I presume?" said the deputy-sheriff.
"Why, of course I am, Mr. Bowlen! You know that quite well, don"t you?"
smiled Alden.
"I thought I did; but I wished to be quite sure in a case like this. You are my prisoner, Mr. Alden Lytton," said the deputy-sheriff, so calmly and distinctly that every one in the room both heard and understood the strange words.
Yet no one uttered an exclamation of surprise. I think they were all too much stunned for that.
Alden Lytton simply stared in silent amazement at the officer, while others, including the two bridegrooms, gathered around him.
"What did you say just now? Perhaps I did not hear you aright," inquired Alden, elevating his eyebrows, for there was something that struck him as unreal, ludicrous and bordering upon the burlesque in the whole situation.
"I said that you were my prisoner, Mr. Alden Lytton," answered the deputy-sheriff, gravely. "I repeat that you are my prisoner."
"Prisoner!" echoed a score of voices, giving expression at length to their amazement.
"Yes, ladies and gentlemen, he is my prisoner. I think I spoke plainly enough; and I hope I shall have no trouble in making the arrest,"
answered the deputy-sheriff, who, if he were not behaving very rudely, was certainly not doing his duty very courteously.
"Upon what charge, I pray you, am I to be arrested?" inquired Mr.
Lytton, sarcastically, still inclined to treat the whole matter as a very bad practical joke.
"You may read the warrant, sir," answered the officer, unfolding a doc.u.ment and placing it in the hands of Alden Lytton, who, with some anger and curiosity, but no anxiety, began to read it.
"What is the matter? What does this person want here?" inquired Emma, in surprise, as she entered the room, came up to the group and saw the intruder.
"He has some business with me, my love," answered her husband, controlling himself with a great effort, as he read the shameful charges embodied in the warrant commanding his arrest. Then, still speaking with forced calmness, he said to the deputy-sheriff:
"I will go with you first into the library, Mr. Bowlen, where we can talk over this matter with my friends."
And turning to the two bridegrooms he inquired:
"Can you give me a few minutes with this officer in the library?"
"Certainly," answered Mr. Lyle and Mr. Brent, in one voice.
"Ladies, you will excuse us for a few minutes?" inquired Mr. Lytton, smiling around upon the group.
"Certainly," answered two or three ladies, speaking for the whole party.