23/32 I had never heard a bride talk before, and she was so _happy_ that somehow it made you feel that getting married was the most beautiful thing in the world. It was a miniature on ivory in a locket of Venetian gold, because it was in Venice he had proposed to her. After she had shown it to us, she put it in the centre of her dressing-table, with the white flowers all around it, as if it had been some sort of shrine. There was a look in her eyes that made me think of the picture in Betty's room of a nun laying lilies on an altar. |