People were whispering and rustling in their seats, wondering if it were not almost the time for the bride music to begin. I had a jumpy sensation that somebody behind me must be staring, and strongly willing me to look round. Always I have been sensitive to that kind of influence, and often, too, I've tried to make others feel it. I kept turning my head, but could see no one who seemed to be taking an undue interest in me. Presently, however, I caught Tony's eyes, which fixed themselves on mine in an owlish stare. "What makes you keep on twisting round like that?" he inquired in a stage whisper. "Are you looking for any one in particular?" "No--o," I said, "but I have a funny sort of feeling as if some one were looking for me!" "By Jove!" exclaimed Tony, and repressed himself at a glare from his mother. "I wonder if it's possible----" He stopped, and began carefully to smooth his silk hat which was poised on his knee. "If what's possible?" I wanted to know, bending my head near to his, regardless of somebody's plume which grazed my eye. "Oh--er, nothing much. Only just a silly idea of mine." "Tell me, and let me judge whether it's silly or not. You're rousing my curiosity." And all the while I tingled with that almost irresistible desire to turn my head again. It was as if I were missing something very important. "I'd rather not now," said Tony. "I'll tell you afterward." Before I had time to wheedle the mystery out of him (as I felt confident I could) the "Wedding March" from Lohengrin struck up. Of course, Diana _would_ have that! It went with St. George's and the rest of it: the "historic" thing. She came up the aisle, her hand on Father's arm. "Oh, doesn't he look _handsome_?" murmured Kitty Main. "He?" I murmured back. "Lord Ballyconal. But dear Diana is wonderful, of course." Her wondrousness was largely a tribute to Kitty, who had given the bride everything she had on, everything that was packed away in her trunks at home, or laid out ready to go away in. It all passed off exactly like any other wedding on a grand scale, except that Tony, sitting by my side, drew a long breath when the bishop who was marrying Diana to Sidney Vandyke finished the conventional pause following "or else forever after hold his peace." I flashed another glance at Tony but he was looking more like an imperturbable Billiken than he had ever looked.