Once, in Calcutta, price one rupee, a necromancer after fullest reading of the signs informed him that when he met the woman who should make a wife to him, she would come upon him suddenly.

Wherefore, he should have kept a brighter watch, expecting the unexpected.
Richard's gaze went following two rustical people--clearly bride and groom.

In a cloudy way he loathed the groom, and was foggily wondering why.

His second thought would have told him that the male of his species--such is his sublime egotism--feels cheated with every wedding not his own, and, for an earliest impulse on beholding a woman with another man, would tear her from that other one by force.

Thus did his skinclad ancestors when time was.
However, Richard had but scanty space wherein either to enjoy his blunt hatred of that bridegroom or theorize as to its roots.