The good man had left his north-country Vicarage (my home since the death of my parents) expressly to read the service at my marriage; and he and my aunt had arranged to return by the mid-day train.

He folded me in his great strong arms, and he gave me a kiss which must certainly have been heard by the idlers waiting for the bride and bridegroom outside the church door.
"I wish you health and happiness, my love, with all my heart.

You are old enough to choose for yourself, and--no offense, Mr.Woodville, you and I are new friends--and I pray God, Valeria, it may turn out that you have chosen well.

Our house will be dreary enough without you; but I don't complain, my dear.

On the contrary, if this change in your life makes you happier, I rejoice.