"
"Yes, yes, I understand, dear. But, you see, there might be--others."
"If so, father, they must run their risks as we do; that is if there are
any risks for them to run, which I doubt."
"I dare say you are quite right, dear; indeed, I feel almost sure that
you are right, only I thought it my duty to mention the matter, which I
hope you will forgive me for having done. And now I may tell you I have
a letter from Anthony, saying that he is ever so much better, and asking
if the fifteenth of November will suit us for the wedding."
On the fifteenth of November, accordingly, Anthony and Barbara were made
man and wife by the bride's father with the assistance of the clergyman
of the next parish. Owing to the recent death of the bridegroom's
brother and the condition of Mr. Arnott's health the wedding was
extremely quiet. Still, in its own way it was as charming as it was
happy. All her five sisters acted as Barbara's bridesmaids, and many
gathered in that church said they were the most beautiful bevy of
maidens that ever had been seen. But if so, Barbara outshone them all,
perhaps because of her jewels and fine clothes and the radiance on her
lovely face.
Anthony, who seemed to be quite well again, also looked extremely
handsome, while Aunt Thompson, who by now had put off her mourning,
shone in that dim church as the sun shines through a morning mist.
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