Lady Studleigh was accustomed by this time to splendor--there was little in the way of dress that could ever give her the agreeable sensation of surprise; but she uttered a little cry of admiration as she saw the elegant costly presents the countess had arranged for her. Everything was complete and beautiful, even to the little bouquet-holder, made of pure white pearls. She took Lady Linleigh's hands and kissed them. "Are you pleased, my darling?" she asked, gently. "Oh, Lady Linleigh, you have left me without words--quite without words! I cannot thank you." The countess bent her head. "Could your own mother have pleased you more?" she asked. "No--a thousand times no!" was the sincere reply. Then Mattie said: "Lady Linleigh, let us dress Doris in her bridal robes, so that Earle may see her." And the countess laughed as she gave consent. CHAPTER LXXVII. TRYING ON THE WEDDING-DRESS. "What does she look like?" cried Mattie in a passion of admiration, as they placed the bridal veil on the golden head. "It would require a poet to tell us," said the countess; "and as we have one close at hand, we will ask him. Mattie, go and bring Earle here. Close the door after you. I should not like every one to know what we have been doing." And presently, Earle stood before a figure that seemed to him too beautiful to be real--a tall, graceful figure that seemed to rise from the waves of white satin and lace--as a graceful flower from its stem. Through the bridal veil he caught the sheen of the golden hair--the dainty color of the face--the deep color of the violet eyes. The sweet odor of orange blossoms floated to him. "Doris," he said, in a low voice; "my beautiful love, let me see your face." It was Lady Linleigh who threw back the veil, so that he might see the lovely, blushing face. Tears stood in the young lover's eyes, although he tried to control his emotion. "Is it possible, Lady Linleigh?" he asked, "that this is my wife--that--well, I had better not say too much; you do not think I shall wake up and find it all a dream?" "No, it is real enough." Then he drew nearer to her. "You will let me give you one kiss, Doris--Lady Linleigh will not be horrified. You will be Lady Moray soon. What is my poor name worth, that it should be so highly honored?" He kissed her sweet lips. "I must be careful," he said. "You look like a fairy. Perhaps you would vanish if a mere mortal touched you. Now, let me look at you, darling--at your dress, your veil, and your wreath. The picture is perfect. I wish that I could put it into words." He did, afterward--into words over which all England wept. Then, for a few minutes, the three--Lady Linleigh, Mattie, and Earle--stood looking at her in silence, they hardly knew why. Then Earle said: "When I see that pretty veil again, it will be on the head of my beloved wife."