"I wish you and your husband prosperity in the country you have chosen." With this he left them, and hastened on to his appointment.
The wedding-party re-formed and resumed march likewise.

But in restoring his arm to Suke, Tim noticed that her full and blooming countenance had undergone a change.

"Holloa! me dear--what's the matter ?" said Tim.
"Nothing to speak o'," said she.

But to give the lie to her assertion she was seized with lachrymose twitches, that soon produced a dribbling face.
"How--what the devil's this about!" exclaimed the bridegroom.
"She's a little wee bit overcome, poor dear!" said the first bridesmaid, unfolding her handkerchief and wiping Suke's eyes.
"I never did like parting from people!" said Suke, as soon as she could speak.
"Why him in particular ?" "Well--he's such a clever doctor, that 'tis a thousand pities we sha'n't see him any more! There'll be no such clever doctor as he in New Zealand, if I should require one; and the thought o't got the better of my feelings!" They walked on, but Tim's face had grown rigid and pale, for he recalled slight circumstances, disregarded at the time of their occurrence.

The former boisterous laughter of the wedding-party at the groomsman's jokes was heard ringing through the woods no more.
By this time Fitzpiers had advanced on his way to the top of the hill, where he saw two figures emerging from the bank on the right hand.
These were the expected ones, Grace and Marty South, who had evidently come there by a short and secret path through the wood.