For the sake of the dresses of herself and daughter, her ladyship did not let the bride come too close, but brushed the cheek lightly with her lips; and then the girl turned to her brother, holding out her hands.

He took them, gazing at her at arm's length with mingled pride and sorrow. Then the bridal dress was once more forgotten, and brother and sister were tightly locked in each other's arms.

Her ladyship uttered a wail of dismay, but it was not heeded, as Tom said in a low tone--

"Keep up your p.e.c.k.e.r, Di, old girl. It's all nonsense about love and that sort of thing. It's duty toward your mother, catechism fashion, and you've done it. You're sold into bondage, eh?"

"Yes, Tom dear," she said, cheerfully. "I shall not mind."

"With all Goole's money to play with I should think not."

"I did not mean that, dear," said the girl, gravely. "I seem to be going right away from you, but there is Maude; don't let her be married like I am, Tom."

"What can I do?"

"I don't know; only try to help her and papa. Be more at home for both their sakes--and Tryphie's."

Tom started, and looked sharply in his sister's face.

"I will, Di, I will," he said, earnestly. "I know I've been a reckless sort of beast, but I will try now."

She smiled her thanks and kissed him again. Then Lady Maude of the red eyes and nose, took her sister's hand, coming up like a pretty tug to tow off some beautiful craft that had been shattered by a storm in her upper rigging, and bore her off into port for repairs.

CHAPTER TWO.

NO CARDS.

The crossing-sweeper, in a special uniform of rags turned up with mud, had made liberal use of his broom wherever it was not wanted, and now stood in front of Lord Barmouth's house in an att.i.tude as if to draw attention, like a label, to his work--as if in fact morally writing _fecit_.

Everything had been done to give _eclat_ to the proceedings, while in addition to the presents which had been on view, fair Italia sent music to lend a charm to the wedding; for Luigi Malsano, the handsome dark performer upon the last newly-improved organ, stood at the edge of the pavement and ground, and smiled--smiled till his fine white teeth glistened in the midst of his great black beard, and every now and then took off his soft felt hat, displayed his long black curls, and rolled his eyes at Dolly Preen, the fair, fresh, country la.s.sie--the young ladies' maid; for Dolly was looking out of the window in company with Justine, her ladyship's attendant, to see the return of the carriages, and the latter exclaimed--

"_Elles sont betes ces choses la_!" and then as Luigi ground and smiled, and raised his hat, Justine uttered a contemptuous--

"_Canaille_!"

While Dolly Preen sighed and thought the dark Italian very handsome.

She had indulged in the same thought before.

"_Voila_!" exclaimed Mademoiselle Justine, as the carriage with its four greys dashed up, and after a little manipulation at the side of the organ, Luigi Malsano rested a well-formed and dirty hand upon the green baize cover of his instrument, and turned out the old ballad--

"'Tis hard to give the hand where the heart can never be."

For after a great deal of scheming the work of the Countess of Barmouth was crowned. She had secured for her daughter a husband in the shape of the British Resident at the court of the Maharajah of Bistreskin, and to herself of selfs she had whispered like the revengeful gentleman in the French romance--

"aONEu!"

For it was all over.

The carriages had nearly blocked the street, and the crowd had completed the block. The church had been well filled by friends and those curious people who always attend weddings. The ceremony had been performed by a dean, a.s.sisted by a canon, and an honorary chaplain to Her Majesty. The bride looked lovely and calm as a statue, though the six bridesmaids in pale blue had sobbed softly, and mourned like so many doves, as they moistened their lace handkerchiefs with a briny dew of pearls, almost as bright as those of the handsome lockets they wore--all alike, and the presents of the bridegroom. They were bouquets of the choicest exotics inside the church, and without, for the servants were as liberally supplied as they were with favours; and at last the bridegroom's barouche with four of Newman's best greys had borne the happy pair back to the paternal mansion in Portland Place.

There had not been a single hitch, and even her ladyship had held up with a fine Niobe-like expression upon her n.o.ble features all through the service. Certainly she had turned faint once at the "I will," but by the help of strong aromatic salts she had recovered herself, and smiled sadly round as if to lend sweetness to the flowers. And now the large party were back in the drawing-room, and preparing to descend to the wedding breakfast.

The fashionable pastry-cooks had been ordered to do their best, and this they had done. There were more of those ghastly sugar plaster edifices on the table than usual; more uneatable traps for the unwary; more hollow mockeries, goodly to the eye, but strange to the taste-- preparations that society considers to be _de rigueur_ at a wedding.

Still in addition there was all that money could procure; fruit and flowers flourished amidst handsome gla.s.s and family plate; the servants were in new liveries, and with plenty of aides stood ready; for Lady Barmouth hoped in marrying one daughter to help on the engagement of the second, saying pensively to herself, "And then I shall feel that I have not lived in vain."

"I say, how's the leg?" said a severe-looking gentleman present.

"Twinges, eh? Yes, so I suppose. Easy with the good things, mind, or else--you know."

"Yes, yes, twinges, doctor," said his lordship, stooping to have a rub at the offending, or rather offended and resenting, limb. "But you are in such a doosed hurry; you always ask me another question before I've scarcely had time to answer the first. I remember, I remember--now, hang him! look at that. Confound that Lord Todd! I wish I was his doctor for a week or two."

For the family pract.i.tioner had pa.s.sed on to talk to somebody else, leaving his lordship slowly pa.s.sing his tongue over his lips, and trying to add another wrinkle to his forehead, as he wondered whether he could smuggle in two or three gla.s.ses of champagne without being seen by her ladyship or Doctor Todd.

"Ah, my dear Mr Melton," said the latter, "how are you?"

"Quite well, doctor," said the young man addressed, as he pa.s.sed his hand over his crisp golden beard, and smiled pleasantly at the medical man, whose eyes were playing all over the room, and who now crossed to where the young bride was standing.

"I say," he exclaimed, "I did not congratulate you in the church. G.o.d bless you, my dear! may you be very happy. And only the other day you were a baby, eh?"

He nodded, smiled, and pa.s.sed on to where a very elderly-looking fair young man, elaborately dressed, was talking to a stout mamma--the mother of two of the bridesmaids.

The withered-looking gentleman, who blinked a good deal, and seemed as if the light was too strong for him, turned to speak to the doctor as he approached.

"Well," said the latter--"better?"

"Yas, I think so; yas, doctor, but you know I can't think what ails my const.i.tution."

"I can," thought the doctor, as he turned away looking sharply round the room; "luxury, late hours, too much money, and nothing sensible to do.

_Blase_ fool! Oh, there she is."

He crossed as quickly as the crowded state of the room would allow him to where Lady Maude was standing, and made her start as he said sharply--

"I say, when's your turn coming?"

"Never, I hope, doctor," was the reply, as a little hand was placed in his, "never, if it is to make me so wretched as poor darling Di. Do say something kind to her if you have a chance."

"Hum--ha--yes," he said thoughtfully, as he retained the little hand and seemed to be examining a patient. "Don't seem bright, eh?"

"Oh, no, doctor," whispered Maude. "But I'm so glad you've come."

"That's right, my dear; I would come. So I will when you are married-- the same as I did when you were born," he said to himself. Then aloud--"I say, when you marry, my dear, you marry for love."

"I will, doctor," cried the girl with her blue eyes flashing, and just then Luigi of the organ struck up a languishing waltz. "But I really am so glad you've come. Do talk to papa and cheer him up. He is so low-spirited. Couldn't you give him a tonic?"

"Wish I could," said the doctor. "Tincture of youth. No, my dear. I can't make the old young. Glad I've come, eh? There's my little friend Tryphie yonder. But they are going to move, I see."

Her ladyship was still very pensive, and gazed appealingly round from one to the other of her guests; but her eyes were wonderfully wide open, and she moved about like a domestic field-marshal determined to carry out her social campaign with _eclat_.