WEDDING RAIMENT Philip and Sylvia were engaged.

It was not so happy a state of things as Philip had imagined.

He had already found that out, although it was not twenty-four hours since Sylvia had promised to be his.

He could not have defined why he was dissatisfied; if he had been compelled to account for his feeling, he would probably have alleged as a reason that Sylvia's manner was so unchanged by her new position towards him.

She was quiet and gentle; but no shyer, no brighter, no coyer, no happier, than she had been for months before.
When she joined him at the field-gate, his heart was beating fast, his eyes were beaming out love at her approach.