Now smile, Cousin.

Bow and smile as I do." They rode up to the great doors, where Peter, springing to the ground, assisted his bride from her palfrey.

Then the procession formed, and they entered the wonderful place, preceded by vergers with staves, and by acolytes.

Margaret had never visited it before, and never saw it again, but all her life the memory of it remained clear and vivid in her mind.

The cold chill of the air within, the semi-darkness after the glare of the sunshine, the seven great naves, or aisles, stretching endlessly to right and left, the dim and towering roof, the pillars that sprang to it everywhere like huge forest trees aspiring to the skies, the solemn shadows pierced by lines of light from the high-cut windows, the golden glory of the altars, the sounds of chanting, the sepulchres of the dead--a sense of all these things rushed in upon her, overpowering her and stamping the picture of them for ever on her memory.
Slowly they passed onward to the choir, and round it to the steps of the great altar of the chief chapel.