Nevertheless, modest and self-restrained as he was, there was evidently some reproving or saddening influence in his presence which affected the spirits of every one near him, and darkened the eve of the wedding to bride and bridegroom alike.
As the sun slowly sank in the heavens, the conversation flagged more and more.

After a long silence, the bridegroom was the first to start a new subject.
"Rose, love," he said, "that magnificent sunset is a good omen for our marriage; it promises another lovely day to-morrow." The bride laughed and blushed.
"Do you really believe in omens, Charles ?" she said.
"My dear," interposed the old lady, before her son could answer, "if Charles does believe in omens, it is nothing to laugh at.

You will soon know better, when you are his wife, than to confound him, even in the slightest things, with the common herd of people.

All his convictions are well founded--so well, that if I thought he really did believe in omens, I should most assuredly make up my mind to believe in them too." "I beg your pardon, madame," Rose began, tremulously, "I only meant--" "My dear child, have you so little knowledge of the world as to suppose that I could be offended--" "Let Rose speak," said the young man.
He turned round petulantly, almost with the air of a spoiled child, to his mother, as he said those words.

She had been looking fondly and proudly on him the moment before.