One of them, who seemed to be the more important of the two, and took the initiative, signed to us to put our right hands on the open book.

My Lady, of course, understood the ritual, and knew the words which the priest was speaking, and of her own accord put out her hand.
My guide at the same moment directed my hand to the same end.

It thrilled me to touch my Lady's hand, even under such mysterious conditions.
After the priest had signed us each thrice on the forehead with the sign of the Cross, he gave to each of us a tiny lighted taper brought to him for the purpose.

The lights were welcome, not so much for the solace of the added light, great as that was, but because it allowed us to see a little more of each other's faces.

It was rapture to me to see the face of my Bride; and from the expression of her face I was assured that she felt as I did.