Then, wherever I went there was Ralph in my way, wandering about in a senseless fashion with his best clothes on, while after him wandered Jan holding his new hat in his hand.
"In the name of Heaven," I cried at length as I blundered into both of them in the kitchen, "be off out of this.

Why are you here ?" "Allemachter!" said Jan, "because we have nowhere else to go.

They are making the sitting-room ready for the service and the dinner after it; the _predicant_ is in Ralph's room writing; Suzanne is in yours trying on her clothes, and the _stoep_ and even the stables are full of Kaffirs.

Where, then, shall we go ?" "Cannot you see to the waggon ?" I asked.
"We have seen to it, mother," said Ralph; "it is packed, and the oxen are already tied to the yokes for fear lest they should stray." "Then be off and sit in it and smoke till I come to call you," I replied, and away they walked shamefacedly enough, Ralph first, and Jan following him.
At twelve o'clock I went for them, and found them both seated on the waggon-chest smoking like chimneys, and saying nothing.
"Come, Ralph," I said, "it is quite time for you to be married," and he came, looking very pale, and walking unsteadily as though he had been drinking, while after him, as usual, marched Jan, still pulling at the pipe which he had forgotten to take out of his mouth.
Somehow I do not recollect much of the details of that wedding; they seem to have slipped my mind, or perhaps they are buried beneath the memories of all that followed hard upon it.

I remember Suzanne standing before the little table, behind which was the _predicant_ with his book.
She wore a white dress that fitted her very well, but had no veil upon her head after the English fashion, which even Boer girls follow nowadays, only in her hand she carried a bunch of rare white flowers that Sihamba had gathered for her in a hidden kloof where they grew.
Her face was somewhat pale, or looked so in the dim room, but her lips showed red like coral, and her dark eyes glowed and shone as she turned them upon the lover at her side, the fair-haired, grey-eyed, handsome English lad, whose noble blood told its tale in every feature and movement, yes, and even in his voice, the man whom she had saved from death to be her life-mate.
A few whispered words, the changing of a ring, and one long kiss, and these two, Ralph Kenzie and Suzanne Botmar, were husband and wife in the eyes of God and man.