What have you been doing to yourself ?" "Not rouging, Gran, I assure you," I said lightly.

"I have been out in the frosty air and it has made my cheeks tingle." "Your wedding-dress has come home," she said, "and Richard is here.

He wants to see you in it, Bawn." I remembered the superstition and wondered that she should have suggested such a thing.

If I had been going to marry Anthony Cardew I should have refused, but since I was going to marry Richard Dawson I was not fearful of omens.
"Very well," I said; "I shall put it on and come downstairs." I had a young maid from Dublin, newly come to me, and she had not our superstitions, or she was too respectful to oppose her will to mine.
Anyhow, she dressed me in my wedding-dress, the fine thing of white silk, veiled with my grandmother's old Limerick lace and hung with pearls.

She had dressed my hair high, quickly and deftly, and when I had on my wedding-dress she threw my wedding-veil over my head and fastened it with the diamond stars which were among my lover's gifts to me.