Deryck Brand, the tallest man in the church, his fine figure showing to advantage in the long frock coat with silk facings, which Lady Brand had pronounced indispensable to the occasion, retired to a seat beside his wife, just behind old Margery, as soon as he had conducted Jane to Garth's side.As Jane removed her hand from his arm, she turned and smiled at him; and a long look passed between them.All the memories, all the comprehension, all the trust and affection of years, seemed to concentrate in that look; and Lady Brand's eyes dropped to her dainty white and gold prayer-book.She had never known jealousy; the doctor had never given her any possible reason for acquiring that cruel knowledge.His Flower bloomed for him; and her fragrance alone made his continual joy.All other lovely women were mere botanical specimens, to be examined and classified.But Flower had never quite understood the depth of the friendship between her husband and Jane, founded on the associations and aspirations of childhood and early youth, and a certain similarity of character which would not have wedded well, but which worked out into a comradeship, providing a source of strength for both.Of late, Flower had earnestly tried to share, even while failing to comprehend, it.
Perhaps she, in her pale primrose gown, with daffodils at her waist, and sunbeams in her golden hair, was the most truly bridal figure in the church.As the doctor turned from the bride, and sought his place beside her in the pew, he looked at the sweet face, bent so demurely over the prayer-book, and thought he had never seen his wife look more entrancingly lovely.Unconsciously his hand strayed to the white rosebud she had fastened in his coat as they strolled round the conservatory together that morning.Flower, glancing up, surprised his look.She did not think it right to smile in church;but a delicate wave of colour swept over her face, and her cheek leaned as near the doctor's shoulder, as the size of her hat would allow.Flower felt quite certain that was a look the doctor had never given Jane.
The service commenced.The short-sighted clergyman, very nervous, and rather overwhelmed by the unusual facts of a special license, a blind bridegroom, and the reported presence of a duchess, began reading very fast, in an undertone, which old Margery could not follow, though her finger, imprisoned in unwonted kid, hurried along the lines.Then conscious of his mistake, he slowed down, and became too impressive; making long nerve-straining pauses, fled in by the tinkling of the duchess, and the chinking in Dr.Rob's trousers-pockets.
Thus they arrived at the demand upon the congregation, if they could show any just cause why these two persons might not lawfully be joined together, NOW to speak--and the pause here was so long, and so over-powering, that old Margery said "nay"; and then gave a nervous sob.The bridegroom turned and smiled in the direction of the voice; and the doctor, leaning forward, laid his hand on the trembling shoulder, and whispered: "Steady, old friend.It is all right."There was no pause whatever after the solemn charge to the couple;so if Garth and Jane had any secrets to disclose, they had perforce to keep them for after discussion.
Then Jane found her right hand firmly clasped in Garth's; and no inadequacy of the Church's mouth-piece could destroy the exquisite beauty of the Church's words, in which Garth was asked if he would take her to be his own.
To this, Garth, and old Margery, said.they would; with considerable display of emotion.
Then the all-comprehensive question was put to Jane; the Church seeming to remind her gently, that she took him in his blindness, with all which that might entail.
Jane said: "I will"; and the deep, tender voice, was the voice of The Rosary.
