A space near one end had been kept clear, but every other corner soon filled; and the party overflowed into Mrs.Bellairs' own little room adjoining.

Mr.and Mrs.Bayne were among the last arrivals, and punctual to the appointed time came the bridegroom and Harry Scott.
A little change and flutter of the colour on Bella's cheek, when the well-known knock was heard, showed that she was not entirely without trepidation, but she rose quietly, took a last look at herself in the glass, and was standing ready when her brother-in law came to fetch her.
In the hall, the bridegroom and his two friends met them--the drawing-room door opened, and, with a soft rustle and gleam of white dresses, the little party passed up through the crowd, and took their places before the clergyman.
There was no want of seriousness in Bella now.

She had become so extremely pale that Mrs.Bellairs watched her anxiously; but except that her responses were made in a perfectly clear and audible tone, without the smallest tremulousness, or appearance of what one of her neighbours called "proper feeling," she was a most exemplary bride--even to the point of looking prettier than she had ever been known to do before, and almost eclipsing her bridesmaids.

But, the ceremony over, she did not remain long so unlike herself.

She was quiet, certainly, but as gay, mischievous, and childish as ever.
Breakfast followed the marriage almost immediately.