were,
lifted out of herself.

It was over now. The feast, in its fullest sense, was held, and the
richest of blessings had been called down on them.

The procession came out of the vestry in full order, and very pretty it
was; the bride and bridegroom in the fresh bright graciousness of
their extreme youth, and the six bridesmaids following; Laura and Lady
Eveleen, two strikingly handsome and elegant girls; Charlotte, with the
pretty little fair Marianne; Mary Ross, and Grace Harper. The village
people who stood round might well say that such a sight as that was
worth coming twenty miles to see.

The first care, after the bridal pair had driven off, was to put Charles
into his pony-carriage. Charlotte, who had just pinned on his favour,
begged to drive him, for she meant to make him her especial charge,
and to succeed to all Amy's rights. Mrs. Edmonstone asked whether Laura
would not prefer going with him, but she hastily answered,

'No, thank you, let Charlotte;' for with her troubled feelings, she
could better answer talking girls than parry the remarks of her shrewd,
observant brother.

Some one said it would rain, but Charlotte still pleaded earnestly.

'Come, then, puss,' said Charles, rallying his spirits, 'only don't
upset me, or it will spoil their tour.'

Charlotte drove off with elaborate care,--then came a deep sigh, and she
exclaimed, 'Well! he is our brother, and all is safe.'

'Yes,' said Charles; 'no more fears for them.'

'Had you any? I am very glad if you had.'

'Why?'

'Because it was so like a book. I had a sort of feeling, all the time,
that Philip would come in quite grand and terrible.'

'As if he must act Ogre. I am not sure that I had not something of
the same notion,--that he might appear suddenly, and forbid the banns,
entirely for Amy's sake, and as the greatest kindness to her.'

'Oh!'

'However, he can't separate them now; let him do his worst, and while
Amy is Guy's wife, I don't think we shall easily be made to quarrel. I
am glad the knot is tied, for I had a fatality notion that the feud was
so strong, that it was nearly a case of the mountains bending and the
streams ascending, ere she was to be our foeman's bride.'

'No,' said Charlotte, 'it ought to be like that story of Rosaura and
her kindred, don't you remember? The fate would not be appeased by the
marriage, till Count Julius had saved the life of one of the hostile
race. That would be _it_,--perhaps they will m