After breakfast she said, "Now you must leave me for a couple of hours. I am going to thank the waves for their good wishes and then I shall go to the fresh-water pool." "You will be very careful.. You won't get yourself drowned." "I will be very careful. And you!" "I will go across to the spit. But when we are wed----" "Yes--then!" she nodded rosily, and he kissed her and went off past the fresh-water pools, and splashed through the narrows that joined their lake to the smaller one, and so to the shore and into the sea, for the last time alone. He waited till he was sure she had done with their bathing-pool, and then ran across and plunged into it, for the salt water braces, but sticks and never makes one feel so clean as fresh. She was still busy with the princely brush and comb when he came on her, and his heart leaped again at her fresh and radiant beauty. She had clothed herself all in spotless linen, swathed about her in that marvellous fashion of which she held the secret to perfection. To his rejoicing eyes she appeared half angel, half Vestal Virgin, yet all bewitching human girl, and, best of all, his bride. "Be thankful you're a man, and delivered from this," she said, her eyes shining through the glorious veil at his visible joy in her. "I'm thankful I'm a man, but I wouldn't have you relieved of that for half the world. I glory in it," and he bent and kissed it. "For a moment I thought you were an angel." "Perhaps I am." "I know you are. But, thank God, you're human too! Men don't wed with angels.... I must go and dress myself also," and he disappeared into the house. When, in due course, he came out, gallantly clad in a long blue coat with flap-pockets, and figured vest, and white silk knee-breeches, and stockings to suit, she first stared and then laughed. "My faith, but we are fine!" said she. "But, in truth, I like you best as I have known you best. Do you marry in a dead man's clothes?" "Not if I know it. Sooner in my rags. But, to the best of my belief, these belonged to your friend the Duke of Kent. Macro would have them, but little he dreamed of the high use to which they would be put. I borrow them for the occasion. His Highness would make no objection I am sure." "I am sure he would not, and they become you well. But still I like you best as I have known you best." "I will doff them presently. But you are so like a queen that I did not like to come to you like a beggar." In his hand he had brought the Prayer-book, with the quill in a certain place. He stepped up to her and lifted her hand to his lips. "You do not repent you of this we are about to do?" "I shall never repent it," she said, with dancing eyes.