"I could do that, at a pinch," said Peter, smiling, "for my memory would tell me that they were all right, though I thought nothing about them at the time. I was looking to see what it was you were going to marry, and I found out--as far as a half-hour’s talk would show it. I wish you great happiness, Olive--and I believe you ’ll get it." "Thank you," and Olive was gone again, being in constant demand, as the central figure of the occasion. She found time, however, to ask much the same question of Arthur Crewe concerning Peter Bell, and received so nearly the same sort of answer that she laughed, and told him of the similarity in the two estimates. "I am flattered," said Crewe, "for I don’t know when I ’ve met a young American I ’ve liked better. He ’s both frank and reserved--a combination which appeals to me. It looks a bit as if you were going to have him in the family, I believe you told me? I sincerely hope you will--though, if you don’t mind my saying it, now that I see your sister, I feel as if I ’d like to leave Geoffrey here for the summer, with deliberate intention. I fancy it’s too late for that, though." "I ’m glad you like Peter. It would be too unkind to the family to take more than one daughter to England." "See how well Geoffrey appreciates his privileges?" whispered Crewe, indicating his brother, as that personable young man went by with Shirley, his manner suggesting concentration of attention upon the subject in hand. Then he looked in Peter’s direction. "The chap in the chair isn’t deserted, is he? I think each bridesmaid has taken a turn at him, and he seems equal to them all." However this might have been, Peter found himself thoroughly weary at the end of the evening, and glad to be put into a wheeled chair and taken home, ignominious as that mode of departure seemed. Arthur Crewe insisted on walking at Peter’s elbow, all the way round to the house in Gay Street and the two parted with friendly warmth of good-will on each side. According to Nancy, who kept Peter informed, Geoffrey Crewe neglected none of the opportunities afforded him by his brief visit, and in one way and another Shirley was kept busy all the next day. The wedding was to take place in the evening, so Peter had plenty of time to rest and reflect on the advantages an able-bodied man has over a temporary cripple, as he caught glimpses, from time to time, of such sights as Shirley driving off in the trap with the younger Englishman, or sitting beside Brant Hille as he took a portion of the bridal party away for a spin in his big green car.