If she will, she will, etc., etc." * * * * * And now, it may strike the reader as very strange, but, as a matter of fact, ten days from the date of the above conversation, there was a small-and-early gathering at St.George's, Hanover-square, close by.

I say "small," for the marriage had been kept quite secret, in order to prevent curiosity-mongers from marching down upon it in their thousands, as they would certainly have done had it been announced that the heroine of the great will case was going to be married.

Therefore the party was very select.

Augusta had no relations of her own; and so she had asked Dr.Probate, with whom she had struck up a great friendship, to come and give her away; and, though the old gentleman's previous career had had more connection with the undoing of the nuptial tie than with its contraction, he could not find it in his heart to refuse.
"I shall be neglecting my duties, you know, my dear young lady," he said, shaking his head.

"It's very wrong--very wrong, for I ought to be at the Registry; but--well, perhaps I can manage to come--very wrong, though--very wrong, and quite out of my line of business! I expect that I shall begin to address the Court--I mean the clergyman--for the petitioner." And so it came to pass that on this auspicious day the registering was left to look after itself; and, as a matter of history, it may be stated that no question was asked in Parliament about it.
Then there was Lady Holmhurst, looking very pretty in her widow's dress; and her boy Dick, who was in the highest spirits, and bursting with health and wonder at these strange proceedings on the part of his "Auntie"; and, of course, the legal twins brought up the rear.
And there in the vestry stood Augusta in her bridal dress, as sweet a woman as ever the sun shone on; and looking at her beautiful face, Dr.
Probate nearly fell in love with her himself.