That expression of blended love and pride, will it ever cease to be a sweet picture in my memory?
All was right--I saw that in the first instant of time.
The reception was not a formal one.

There was no display of orange blossoms, airy veils, and glittering jewels--but a simple welcoming of a few old friends, who had come to heart-congratulations.

It was the happiest bridal reception--always excepting the one in which my Constance wore the orange wreath--that I had ever seen.

Do you inquire of Wallingford, as to how he looked and seemed?
Worthy of the splendid woman who stood by his side and leaned towards him with such a sweet assurance.

How beautiful it was to see the proud look with which she turned her eyes upon him, whenever he spoke! It was plain, that to her, his words had deeper meanings in them, than came to other ears.
"It is all right, I see." I had drawn a chair close to the one in which Mrs.Montgomery sat, and was holding in mine the thin, almost shadowy hand which she had extended.
"Yes, it is all right, Doctor," she answered, as a smile lit up her pale face.