She wondered--poor little partridge!--why she was there, why she had been so foolish as to let Mr Adam persuade her into coming Vinie was afraid she was going to cry.

Yet not for worlds would she have left Saint Margaret's; she wanted, with painful curiosity, to see the figure in bridal lace She wondered where Tom was Tom was to have joined Mr.Adam and herself an hour ago The bell began to ring, and all the gathering rustled loudly.
"She's coming--she's coming ?" whispered Vinie, and Adam, "Why, of course, of course, little partridge.

Now don't you cry--you'll be walking up Saint Margaret's aisle yourself some day!" The bell ceased to ring.

Lewis Rand came from the vestry and stood beside the chancel rail.

A sound at the door, a universal turning as though the wind bent every flower in a garden--and Jacqueline Churchill came up the aisle between the coloured lines.