Edmonstone did not stay long, because she wished Amy, if possible
to rest.

'Mamma' said Amy, as she received her last kiss, 'I can't think why I am
not more unhappy.'

'It is all as it should be,' said Mrs. Edmonstone.

Amabel slept, and awakened to the knowledge that it was her wedding-day.
She was not to appear at the first breakfast, but she came to meet
Charles in the dressing-room; and as they sat together on the sofa,
where she had watched and amused so many of his hours of helplessness,
he clasped round her arm his gift,--a bracelet of his mother's hair. His
fingers trembled and his eyes were hazy, but he would not let her help
him. Her thanks were obliged to be all kisses, no words would come but
'Charlie; Charlie! how could I ever have promised to leave you?'

'Nonsense! who ever dreamt that my sisters were to be three monkeys tied
to a dog?'

It was impossible not to smile, though it was but for a
moment,--Charles's mirth was melancholy.

'And, dear Charlie, you will not miss me so very much; do pray let
Charlotte wait upon you.'

'After the first, perhaps, I may not hate her. Oh, Amy, I little knew
what I was doing when I tried to get him back again for you. I was
sawing off the bough I was sitting on. But there! I will not flatter
you, you've had enough to turn that head of yours. Stand up, and let
me take a survey. Very pretty, I declare,--you do my education credit.
There, if it will be for your peace, I'll do my best to wear on without
you. I've wanted a brother all my life, and you are giving me the very
one I would have picked out of a thousand--the only one I could forgive
for presuming to steal you, Amy. Here he is. Come in,' he added, as Guy
knocked at his door, to offer to help him down-stairs.

Guy hardly spoke, and Amy could not look in his face. It was late, and
he took down Charles at once. After this, she had very little quiet,
every one was buzzing about her, and putting the last touches to her
dress; at last, just as she was quite finished, Charlotte exclaimed,
'Oh, there is Guy's step; may I call him in to have one look?'

Mrs. Edmonstone did not say no; and Charlotte, opening the dressing-room
door, called to him. He stood opposite to Amy for some moments, then
said, with a smile, 'I was wrong about the grogram. I would not for
anything see you look otherwise than you do.'

It seemed to Mrs. Edmonstone and Laura that these words made them lose
sight of the details of lace and s