"Then we will come back, have some lunch, and catch the three o'clock train to town. I think waiting about all the afternoon is so tiring for everyone." After dinner Guy retired into the library with the Admiral, and Adrienne sat with her aunt till the gentlemen returned to the drawing-room. "You do like him?" she inquired anxiously of Mrs. Chesterton. "He is a man," she responded. "Yes, I do, but I should be afraid myself that he might prove somewhat hard and obstinate at times." "Perhaps," said Adrienne slowly; "but still I would rather live with a strong man than with a weak one. And if one loves very much, one can trust, and—and yield." "Not on every point," said her aunt decidedly; "keep your individuality, my dear child, and remember that to only God above are you responsible for the actions of your soul." Adrienne smiled. But she had no fears for the future; only the sense of utter rest and happiness that she would have Guy to lean upon when difficulties arrived. One whole day they had together, and then the wedding day dawned. Adrienne wore a soft ivory satin gown, and looked perfectly charming. But she had no bridesmaids; a few girl friends clustered round her. The service was very quiet and only a few old friends were present, Lady Sutherland amongst them. Adrienne was rather glad that Godfrey and Phemie were still away. Dick and his mother, of course, were there. And a friend of Guy's, a Colonel Skipwith, an American come down from town to be his best man. He was a smart soldierly man, who had very amusing reminiscences of himself and Guy as youngsters out in the Colonies. "I remember," he said, "when we first heard that a young Frenchy was coming out to try his hand at farming. We were all learning together, and there were a couple of us who meant to get some fun out of the new arrival. But it didn't take us many days to discover that we'd met our match in Froggy, as we called him. His fists and muscles belonged to a Hercules. We went down under them, and his tongue was as scathing as his fists." "Not a very attractive picture of me, eh, Adrienne?" laughed Guy. "But you must remember I was one against four in that farm, and I had to show them that French parentage does not always mean softness and imbecility." And so in the little village church Adrienne and Guy pledged their troth. It was a clear frosty day, and when they drove to the station the sun was giving them his blessing. Adrienne's last words with her uncle had been tearful ones. "I shall look forward to seeing you and Aunt Grace out with us one day," she said. "When the spring comes I shall expect you. And oh, dear Uncle Derrick, let me feel always that this is my English home." "Why, naturally, my dearest child. God bless and keep you, and grant that you may be the sunshine of your old Château as you have been over here." They were gone.