Moreover, Sir Carnaby had given, and he had accepted, a formal invitation for the shooting and then for the Christmas festivities at Carnaby Court; and he drove on, sunk in happy waking dreams of all that the future might have in store for him yet. CHAPTER XII. IN THE KONGENS NYTORV. 'Married, at St. George's Church, Hanover Square, on Saturday, Sir Carnaby Collingwood, Bart., of Carnaby Court, to the Hon. Evelyn Desmond, only daughter of the Right Hon. Lord Bayswater..... The bride wore a dress composed of rich ivory-white Duchesse satin, the skirt,' &c., &c. Such was the announcement which suddenly met the eye of startled Trevor Chute, as it was running leisurely and carelessly over the columns of a _Times_, nearly a fortnight old, as he lingered over his coffee one morning, when seated under the awning in front of the Hotel d'Angleterre, in the Kongens Nytorv of Copenhagen. 'Whew!' whistled Chute, as he read and re-read the paragraph, with all its details of the bride's elaborate costume, the uniform of the bridesmaids, the presents, and so forth, down to the shower of satin slippers, and the departure of the happy couple by the Great Western Railway. This event was all the more startling to Chute, as he had been wandering from place to place, through Germany and the North of Europe, and thus few letters and no papers from England had reached him for some time past; and now it was the end of the first week of September, when the brown partridges would be learning to their cost that the tall waving wheat, amid which their little broods had thriven, was shorn on the uplands, and the sharp-bladed plough was turning up the barley-stubbles. It may well be supposed that the contents of this paragraph among the fashionable intelligence gave our wanderer occasion for much thought; and from the bustle around him--for he had been taking his coffee at a little marble table placed literally on the pavement of the square, which, if not one of the handsomest places in Europe, is certainly the finest in the Danish capital, with its statue of Christian V., with its green plateau and flower-borders--he retired to the solitude of his own room; but even as he did so there were others, he found, who were near him, and took a gossiping interest in the paragraph. There were several English people in the hotel, of course, for one must travel a long way to find solitude in these our days of universal locomotion. Among others there was young Charley Rakes, at whose house we have lately seen the Collingwoods--a fast youth of Belgravian breed, whom Chute did not like; and he had rather a way of keeping at full arm's-length those whom he viewed thus. 'So, so,' he heard him say to a friend; 'the old fellow is married at last, and to the Desmond. What the little birds said proves right, after all.' 'Poor Clare!' thought Chute, as a burst of laughter followed the reading of the paragraph, with great accentuation, aloud.