A large silver cross hung on her breast, her handkerchief was richly embroidered, and her stockings very white and smart, though her feet and legs were somewhat ponderous, and did not seem accustomed to their adornment of the day, _sabots_ of course being her ordinary wear.

She was led by her father, whom I mistook for the mayor, he was so decorated with coloured ribbons, and strode along with so dignified an air, his large black hat shading his happy, florid face.
The bridegroom closed a very long procession, as he led the bride's mother along: they were going to the Mairie, where, after signing, Made.

Blanc would take her husband's arm, and walk back again through the town to hear mass, when _ses bagues_ would be presented to her by her lord.

Great excitement seemed to prevail in Lusignan, in consequence of this event, and smiles and gaiety were the order of the day.
Our hostess proposed accompanying us to a chateau not far distant, in order that we might see the country, and as it was fine and not very damp we set out with her, having stopped in the town at a little chandler's shop for her sister who wished to be of the party.
Their mother--a dignified old lady, who looked as if she had been a housekeeper at some chateau--welcomed us into her shop, and set chairs while her daughter was getting ready, when she resumed her knitting, and conversed on the subject of their metropolis, Poitiers, with which she appeared partially acquainted.

She detailed to us several of the miracles of Ste.