At last he won him to his way, and it was settled that on the morrow La Boulaye should journey with him to Amiens.
"But, Caron, we are forgetting our friend Charlot and his bride," he broke off suddenly.

"Come, boy; the ceremony will be at an end by this." He took La Boulaye by the arm, and led him out and down the street to the open space opposite St.Ildefonse.The wedding-party was streaming out through the door of the little church into the warm sunshine of that April morning.

In the churchyard they formed into a procession of happy be-ribboned and nosegayed men and women--the young preceding, the old following, the bridal couple.

Two by two they came, and the air rang with their laughter and joyous chatter.

Then another sound arose, and if the secretary and the pedagogue could have guessed of what that beating of hoofs was to be the prelude, they had scarce smiled so easily as they watched the approaching cortege.
From a side street there now emerged a gaily apparelled cavalcade.