But he forgot it in his bridegroom's delight, until he was making his miserable official speech at the wedding-breakfast, and set Elizabeth winking over a tear.

As she stood in the hall ready to depart, a great van was observed in the road at the gates of Douro Lodge; and this, the men in custody declared to contain the goods and knick-knacks of the people who had taken the house furnished for a year, and were coming in that very afternoon.
'I remember, I say now I remember, I had a notice,' the General said cheerily to his troubled daughter.
'But where are you to go, papa ?' the poor girl cried, close on sobbing.
'I shall get employment of some sort,' said he.

'I was saying I want it, I need it, I require it.' 'You are saying three times what once would have sufficed for,' said Lady Camper, and she asked him a few questions, frowned with a smile, and offered him a lodgement in his neighbour's house.
'Really, dearest Aunt Angela ?' said Elizabeth.
'What else can I do, child?
I have, it seems, driven him out of a gentlemanly residence, and I must give him a ladylike one.

True, I would rather have had him at call, but as I have always wished for a policeman in the house, I may as well be satisfied with a soldier.' 'But if you lose your character, my lady ?' said Reginald.
'Then I must look to the General to restore it.' General Ople immediately bowed his head over Lady Camper's fingers.
'An odd thing to happen to a woman of forty-one!' she said to her great people, and they submitted with the best grace in the world, while the General's ears tingled till he felt younger than Reginald.

This, his reflections ran, or it would be more correct to say waltzed, this is the result of painting!--that you can believe a woman to be any age when her cheeks are tinted! As for Lady Camper, she had been floated accidentally over the ridicule of the bruit of a marriage at a time of life as terrible to her as her fiction of seventy had been to General Ople; she resigned herself to let things go with the tide.