CHAPTER XVIII.
A MARRIAGE NOT "A LA MODE." The marriage took place in a little out-of-the-way Protestant chapel beyond the barriers, at about a quarter before ten o'clock the next morning.

Dalrymple and I were there first; and Madame de Courcelles, having, in order to avoid observation, come part of the distance in a cab and part on foot, arrived a few minutes later.

She was very pale, and looked almost like a _religieuse_, with her black veil tied closely under her chin, and a dark violet dress, which might have passed for mourning.

She gave her hand to Dalrymple without speaking; then knelt down at the communion-table, and so remained till we had all taken our places.

As for Dalrymple, he had even less color than she, but held his head up haughtily, and betrayed no sign of the conflict within.
It was a melancholy little chapel, dusty and neglected, full of black and white funereal tablets, and damp as a vault.