It was so odd in Ruth to have no one but the family at the wedding. It
was just one of her queer freaks! Where was the use of her white satin
dress and orange wreath? what the use of her looking handsomer than she
ever did before, when there was nobody there to see her?
"Nobody to see her?" Mark that manly form at her side; see his dark eye
glisten, and his chiselled lip quiver, as he bends an earnest gaze
on her who realizes all his boyhood dreams. Mistaken ones! it is not
admiration which that young beating heart craves; it is love.
"A very fine-looking, presentable fellow," said Hyacinth, as the
carriage rolled away with his new brother-in-law. "Really, love is a
great beautifier. Ruth looked quite handsome to-night. Lord bless me!
how immensely tiresome it must be to sit opposite the same face three
times a day, three hundred and sixty-five days in a year! I should
weary of Venus herself. I'm glad my handsome brother-in-law is in such
good circumstances. Duns _are_ a bore. I must keep on the right side of
him. Tom, was that tailor here again yesterday? Did you tell him I was
out of town? Right, Tom."