"I’m afraid I shall not see him for a very long time," answered Alice; "he is going abroad alone." She looked deeply pained. "He wishes me to stay with Doris and see after her getting married." She said the last words more cheerfully, for, being a woman, the idea of a wedding was pleasant. "There won’t be much to see about in my wedding," said Doris, with a smile, "for I shall have to do without a trousseau and without a good many things, because I am not taking Bernard any money. You will have a poor bride, Bernard." "I shall not! You will be the very best bride that ever a man could have!" he cried, rapturously. Then Alice went away, and left them together. Later on in the evening, when Doris was alone, she opened Norman’s letter, which was as follows: "DEAR DORIS, "I give you back your promise to marry me. I am sorry for the mistakes which have been made and the suffering through which you have passed, and trust that your future life with Mr. Cameron may be all joy and gladness. "You will, I am sure, do me the justice to believe that had I known he was true to you I should not have tried to induce you to become engaged to me, however much I loved and esteemed you. "Yours very faithfully, "NORMAN SINCLAIR." Doris shed tears over the letter, for she knew that, reticent though the writer was about his own feelings, she must have made him exceedingly unhappy. And when Doris thanked God that night before she slept that He had heard her prayers, and that He had mercifully given her her heart’s desire, she prayed, also, for Norman Sinclair that he might be comforted and blessed exceedingly. *CHAPTER XXV.* *A HAPPY WEDDING.* Never to part till angels call us home. _Song_, "_Golden Love_." The span of life’s not long enough, Nor deep enough the sea, Nor broad enough this weary world To part my love from me. _Anon_. So they were wed, and merrily rang the bells, Merrily rang the bells when they were wed. LONGFELLOW. "After all, Doris," said Alice, the next morning, "you will have a trousseau, and a very pretty one, too. For I am going to buy it for you. Yes, indeed, it is to be my wedding present." "I don’t know how to thank you," said Doris. "Then don’t try. Pay me the compliment of accepting what I have much pleasure in giving." Doris rose, and, throwing her arms round her friend’s neck, gave her a hug. "How soon do you intend to be married?" asked Alice, presently. "In three weeks. There is no reason for delay." "Of course not. The sooner the better. Where shall you be married?" asked Alice, a shadow falling across her face at the thought that she could scarcely take her friend home to be married from Norman’s house. "Oh, here, in this dear place, where my happiness has come to me!" said Doris. "Here? At Hastings? From this hotel?"