"An organ! Oh, how lovely. It is the one thing I have felt unhappy about, leaving dear St. Anselm's and my dear, dear organ! Why, Thorold, there's everything we want now in this little village." And Thorold made response in his dry and whimsical way: "I am easily contented. Organs and rooms, and all such common things only form a background to my centre. And my centre is to be kept well and happy, so I am now going to lock this house up before she gets overtired and take her off to the Rectory to lunch." * * * * * Many people gathered together to see Gentian married in St. Anselm's Church. And yet it was a very quiet wedding. Neither of Thorold's young brothers was present. Gentian was much relieved to hear of Godwin's engagement to his Admiral's daughter, before her own engagement to his brother was broken to him. It was a bright, frosty October morning. Sir Gilbert gave the bride away, and afterwards played the wedding march himself as she and her bridegroom came down the aisle. Through the whole of the service Gentian seemed very composed and quiet, but her head drooped and she never raised her eyes. Thorold had felt her hand tremble as he put the ring upon her finger. She never once looked at him till they were in the car driving from the church to Oakberry Hall, and then when Thorold put his arm round her, she glanced up at him through a mist of tears. "It's just joy," she whispered to him, "and relief that I did not take Jim in a hurry and lose you! And it's a little bit frightening, isn't it, getting married? We've neither of us done it before, and if you ever were to be disgusted and ashamed of me, what should I do? Now, don't stop me! I feel that everybody thinks me too young and foolish to be your wife, but time will put that right, won't it?" Thorold's protests made her smile. "And now," she said, "just call me Mrs. Holt, so that I may hear how it sounds." Afterwards, at Mrs. Wharnecliffe's reception, her quiet grace and dignity were noted by all. The rector's wife was much impressed by it. "She has improved," she said to her husband; "since Miss Ward's death she has been much steadier. I could have wished that Mr. Holt had done better, but of course, in the circumstances, one does not wonder that he has married her. He considered that he had cut her out of her relation's money." But it was not pity that shone in Thorold's grey eyes. He had had a grey life, and the golden sunshine that now flooded his heart almost dazed him. Gentian had long ago stolen into his heart; he knew that she would be enshrined there for the rest of his life. They went off to Italy for a fortnight and then came straight home to Cornwall. It had been an ideal honeymoon. Thorold looked years younger, and Gentian had developed in many ways. She was changing from a pretty girl into a beautiful woman. Sometimes her grave dignity with strangers made her husband wonder. Her explanation was very simple: