Her diaphanous, floating robe of Dacca muslin; her Indian veil of silver tissue, filmy as light; her gleaming pearls and feathery fan, made her "A sight to dream of, not to tell." The service was followed by the conventional wedding-breakfast; the congratulations of friends, and the rattling away of the bridal-carriage to the "hurrahing" of the servants and the villagers; and the _tin-tin-tabula_ of the wedding-peals.

Before four o'clock the last guest had departed, and the squire stood with his wife and Charlotte weary and disconsolate amid the remains of the feast and the dying flowers; all of them distinctly sensitive to that mournful air which accomplished pleasures leave behind them.
The squire could say nothing to dispel it.

He took his rod as an excuse for solitude, and went off to the fells.

Mrs.Sandal was crying with exhaustion, and was easily persuaded to go to her room, and sleep.

Then Charlotte called the servants, men and women, and removed every trace of the ceremony, and all that was unusual or extravagant.