xpression on his face, they must have been grand ones.

Thus matters stood when the day dawned upon which the marriage was to
occur. Everything was bustle and confusion at the home of the Remsens.
The bridesmaids arrived early, helped to deck the bride, and then stood
around in delighted admiration. Dora was in ecstasies. Two magnificent
bouquets had been sent to her, one entirely of carnation pinks, from Mr.
Randolph, and the other a fine assortment of cut-flowers, amongst which
were three beautiful Calla lilies, tied with long white satin ribbons.
These were the gift of Mr. Thauret. She stood admiring the flowers for a
few moments, then tenderly untied the pinks, and, taking a few of each
color, made a small bouquet, which she pinned just at the opening of her
dress near the throat. Thus they were near enough to exhale a fragrance
of which she would be continually conscious. Just before leaving the
house, however, she took the Callas and carried them with her in her
gloved hand.

Before the day was over a little tragedy occurred, of which she was not
only innocent, but unconscious. In the throng entering the church her
pinks were swept from her breast, and in her excitement she did not
observe her loss. Mr. Randolph, however, the groom's best man, noted
carefully that she carried flowers, and that they were not his.
Subsequently she, in reply to a question from him, admitted who had sent
them, and though he made no remark, he slept little that night. Thus
easily men suffer.

Emily was dressed--but there, why should I attempt to describe what only
a Worth could have furnished, and only wealth could afford? If you can
imagine the most beautiful shade and quality of pearl-colored silk, and
add to that the finest of lace, and to that the most marvellous
profusion of tiny ribbon bows, then, as I hinted, recall that the genius
of Worth designed the garment, perhaps you will imagine all that I could
tell you. At least I may say that as the bride entered the church on the
arm of that magnificent man, Mr. Van Rawlston, who, as her father's
dearest friend, had been invited to take his place, every woman present
took one lingering look at the woman and her gown, and then turned to
her neighbor to express her admiration. Moreover, I will say that the
sum of all that praise was not enough fully to describe Emily Remsen,
who looked every inch "a royal queen," as Dora delightedly told every
one for years afterward.

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