So he had taken from her the desk, the work-table, and the other valueless yet well-prized feminine trifles, and brought her, as their equivalent, a sum large enough to pay both these debts and all her marriage expenses, which sum she, ignorant and unsuspicious, took gratefully, merely saying "he was very kind." She now looked round on her sole worldly possessions--the large trunk which contained her ordinary apparel, and the smaller one, in which were packed all she needed for her fortnight's marriage tour.

Her traveling dress lay on the bed--a plain dark silk--her only silk gown except the marriage one.

She let Mrs.Ferguson array her in it, and then, with her usual mechanical orderliness, began folding up the shining white draperies and laying them in the larger trunk.
"Shall I send that direct to the Lodge, my dear ?" Christian looked up absently.
"To Saint Bede's Lodge--you know--that it may be ready for you when you come home ?" Home--that blessed word which should send a thrill to the heart of any bride.

Alas! this bride heard it quite unheeding, saying only, "Do what you think best, Mrs.Ferguson." And then she proceeded to fasten her collar and complete the minutiae of her dress with that careful neatness which was an instinct with Christian, as it is with all womanly women, though how this poor motherless girl had ever learned womanliness at all was a marvel.

She answered chiefly in soft monosyllables to the perpetual stream of Mrs.
Ferguson's talk, till at last the good soul could no longer restrain herself.
"Oh, my dear, if you would only speak--only let out your feelings a little; for you must feel this day so; I'm sure I do, just as if it were my own wedding day, or Isabella's, or Sarah Jane's.