e justice done it. Her
supporting damsels, taking their cue from certain bridesmaids who had
adorned a recent wedding of mark, wept bitterly. Mr. Bayard was
interested in a courteous way; Mr. Harley was patronizing, Senator
Hanway benign. Inspector Val, ineffable as to garb, was distinguished by
that sleepy, well-bred stare which was his common expression when off
duty. Only once did he rouse, and that was when Mrs. Hanway-Harley,
deluded by his elegant reserve, over which was thrown just an aroma of
the military, addressed him as Captain Burleigh of the English legation.
Mr. Sands of all who were there was probably the one most coolly
composed; being in profound contrast to Mr. Fopling, whose eye was
glassy and whose cheek was ashes.

"Stawms," whispered Mr. Fopling, tremulous with agitation, "if I'm as
weak as this at your wedding, what do you weckon I'll be at my own? 'Pon
my word, I think I'll have to be bwought to church in an invalid's
chair; I do, weally!"

"Bless you, my boy, bless you!" exclaimed Mr. Harley, grasping Richard's
hand. Mr. Harley had absorbed the impression, probably from the
theaters, that this was the phrase for him. "And you, my child; God
bless you! Be happy!" continued Mr. Harley, kissing Dorothy and exuding
a burgundian tear.

"I am sorry," said Richard, as Senator Hanway bid him and Dorothy an
affectionate farewell, "I am sorry the event of the convention
disappointed us."

"It is as one who wishes his party and his country well would have it,"
returned Senator Hanway, with Roman elevation. "Governor Obstinate is a
patriot, and an able man. He will call to his Cabinet safe men--true
advisers. The nation could not be in purer hands."

Bess made Dorothy promise to have Richard back for her own wedding in
October; Mr. Fopling gave Richard a pleading glance as though he himself
would require support on that occasion.

"Stawms, don't fail me," said Mr. Fopling. "Weally, I shall need all the
couwage my fwiends can give me. And you know, Stawms, I stood by you."

Mrs. Hanway-Harley supposed the happy ones were to take the B. & O. for
New York; Richard explained that they would have a boat.

"In fact," said Richard, "the captain has just sent me word that the
yacht is anchored off the Navy Yard, awaiting our going aboard."

"Yacht?" said Mrs. Hanway-Harley. "Oh, I see; Mr. Gwynn's."

"No, not Mr. Gwynn's. Ours."--And Richard looked more lamblike than
ever.

Mrs. Hanway-Harley became s