"You need not be afraid; I am too fond of him to take him away from all his work. I mean to adapt myself to the country and not try to adapt him to the town." Adrienne's relief of mind was great. The big event now locally was Godfrey's marriage, and the whole neighbourhood was most excited about it. Adrienne had many hours with Phemie, who was sewing for herself in her bedroom at the farm and making good resolutions for the future. Her mother no longer harried and bustled her about. She wisely left her alone, and had already a land girl in her place. Adrienne was amused when she heard she was a parson's daughter in a neighbouring parish; and was certainly neither old nor plain in looks. She wondered if Dick would be susceptible; but when she said something of this kind to Phemie, she scoffed at it. "Don't you know that Dick has always secretly worshipped you? It sounds ridiculous, of course; but he'll take a long time in adjusting his affections in a fresh direction." "I never thought—I never knew—" faltered Adrienne. "No; with Godfrey's open and undisguised admiration, Dick knew he had no chance. I believe faint hopes were stirred when I told him about myself and Godfrey. But I felt that over in that Château, you and that stepcousin would naturally come together. I hope he's really all you wish, Adrienne dear. Godfrey can't understand it. He says you told him that you wanted a lover who would thrill you through and through and carry you off your feet, one whom you could follow to the death." "I talked a lot of nonsense to Godfrey," said Adrienne with rising colour. She felt hurt that he should discuss her so openly with Phemie, but would not let herself be affected by it. "I do think I could follow Guy anywhere," she said quietly. "Don't you feel that with Godfrey?" "Of course I do. I adore him." The two girls sewed and talked together. Then Adrienne went up to town with Mrs. Chesterton, and a busy fortnight of shopping followed. Her uncle would not accompany them. When she returned, it was to be present at the young squire's wedding. Lady Sutherland was the only one who could not and would not rejoice. Phemie told Adrienne in confidence that it needed all her pluck and courage to go through with it. But the anticipation of a honeymoon spent in Florence, Rome, and Venice was sufficient compensation for what she suffered beforehand. It was a very quiet wedding; Adrienne felt as if she were in a dream, wondering all the time how she should feel when her turn came. The villagers did their best to show their approval. Bells were rung, flowers strewn on the pathway, and small flags and bunting flying on every house in the village. They knew Phemie, and liked her, but considered that she was not quite up to Sir Godfrey. They all loved him, and wished him well. The general opinion was that it was time he married and settled down!