"Yes, I'll go, if it's only to show her that I am not cast down. I'll go and see her married. I'll see her sell herself into slavery, and I hope she may never repent her step." The next hour, though, he said he would not go, and he was about to keep to his determination, when Dick came in, and announced that he had received an invitation. "You'll go, of course?" "Go? No; why should I?" "Just to show that you are a man of the world; no woman should fool me and make me seem like the chap in the song--`wasting in despair--die, because a woman's fair'--you know. Oh, I'd go." Glen sat thinking for awhile. "I wouldn't be cut up, you know." "If I thought that she threw me over of her own free will, Dick, I would not care a sou; but I believe that wicked old hag, her aunt Philippa, has forced her into it." "Then you need not care a sou." "How do you know?" "Marie told me she accepted Elbraham for his coin." "Yes; she intimated as much to me." "She did! When?" "Oh, the other day--the last time I saw her--when I had been to the private apartments, you know." "Oh yes. Ah, to be sure," said Dick, who seemed much relieved. "Oh, I'd go, dear boy; I would indeed." "I will go," said Glen with energy; and on the appointed day he went. Hampton Court had not seen a more brilliant wedding for years, and the preparations at the Honourable Misses Dymcox's apartments so completely put Joseph off his head that he, the reputable young man who preached temperance to Buddy the flyman, and was carefully saving up all his money to add to the savings of Markes for the purpose of taking a lodging-house, was compelled to fly to stimulants to sustain him. The very way in which the dining-room was "done up," as he called it, "with flowers and things" staggered him, and it seemed no wonder that the greeny stone basin in the middle court should sound quite noisy as the big squirt in the centre made more ambitious efforts than usual to mount the sky, and the old gold and silver fish stared more wonderingly as they sailed round and round. But Joseph was not alone in being off his head and flying to stimulants; even cook was as bad, and was found by Markes standing at the door and talking to a soldier--the greatest treason in Markes' eyes that a woman could commit--and reprimanded thereon, with the consequence that cook rebounded like a spring, and struck the austere, temperate, unloving Markes. It was no wonder, for the sacred department of cook had been invaded by strange men in white apparel to such an extent that from being angry she grew hysterical, and went to Markes, apologetic and meek, for comfort, vowing that she couldn't "abear" soldiers; but she was so humbled by the austere damsel that she turned to Joseph, who administered to her from the same cup as that wherefrom he obtained his relief.