you!
and may you be as happy as a Mayflower! Guy, goodbye. I've given you
the best I had to give,--and 'tis you that are welcome to her. Take care
what you do with her, for she's a precious little jewel! Good-bye, my
boy!'

Guy's face and grasping hand were the reply. As he was about to spring
into the carriage, he turned again. 'Charlotte, I have shut Bustle up in
my room. Will you let him out in half an hour? I've explained it all to
him, and he will be very good. Good-bye.'

'I'll take care of him. I'll mention him in every letter.'

'And, Markham, mind, if our house is not ready by Michaelmas, we shall
be obliged to come and stay with you.'

Grunt!

Lastly, as if he could not help it, Guy dashed up the step once more,
pressed Charles's hand, and said, 'God bless you, Charlie!'

In an instant he was beside Amabel, and they drove off,--Amabel leaning
forward, and gazing wistfully at her mother and Charles, till she was
startled by a long cluster of laburnums, their yellow bloom bent down
and heavy with wet, so that the ends dashed against her bonnet, and the
crystal drops fell on her lap.

'Why, Amy, the Hollywell flowers are weeping for the loss of you!

She gave a sweet, sunny smile through her tears. At that moment they
came beyond the thick embowering shrubs, while full before them was the
dark receding cloud, on which the sunbeams were painting a wide-spanned
rainbow. The semicircle was perfect, and full before them, like an arch
of triumph under which they were to pass.

'How beautiful!' broke from them both.

'Guy,' said the bride, after a few minutes had faded the rainbow, and
turned them from its sight, 'shall I tell you what I was thinking? I
was thinking, that if there is a doom on us, I am not afraid, if it will
only bring a rainbow.'

'The rainbow will come after, if not with it,' said Guy.

CHAPTER 30

She's a winsome wee thing,
She's a handsome wee thing,
She's a bonnie wee thing,
This sweet wee wifie of mine.
--BURNS

'Look here, Amy,' said Guy, pointing to a name in the traveller's book
at Altdorf.

'Captain Morville!' she exclaimed, 'July 14th. That was only the day
before yesterday.'

'I wonder whether we shall overtake him! Do you know what was this
gentleman's route?' inquired Guy, in French that was daily becoming more
producible.

The gentleman having come on foot, with nothing but his knapsack, had
not made much sensa