“I am sorry to lose you, dear,” he said; “but I know you will be happy, as you certainly deserve to be, and may Heaven bless you in your new life. I shall never forget how much I owe you—how you saved me by your kindness, and I know you will think of us all more kindly than we deserve.” He did not give her time to reply, but turning, grasped Mr. Rosevelt’s hand, and then was gone. A year later she heard that he was dead—that he died suddenly, after struggling hard with business and business troubles and that his family had been left in very reduced circumstances. Through Ralph Meredith she caused a handsome sum to be invested, the income of which they were to enjoy while they should live, and she never saw or heard from them again. * * * * * St. George’s church, Hanover Square, was crowded upon Star Gladstone’s bridal morning, and “no bride so fair” had passed beneath its aristocratic arches for many a year, was the verdict which all Belgravia pronounced as it watched her leave the altar and move down the spacious aisle leaning upon the arm of her noble husband. Her dress was of Lyons satin, and one of Worth’s most elegant productions. The lace which adorned it was the finest and costliest which far-famed Brussels could produce, and the vail “a perfect marvel.” The bridal wreath was of delicate, feathery clematis, and was fastened to her head and vail with a set of five beautiful diamond stars, the gift of Jacob Rosevelt. Grace Meredith and her brother presented a pair of elegant ear-ornaments to match; Lady Sherbrooke a necklace and tiara of pearls, and—time would fail me were I to enumerate all the costly gifts which were showered upon this lovely bride. There were six bride-maids, and as many “best men.” Jacob Rosevelt gave Star away to the man whom he believed to be worthy of her in every respect, and felt as if he were indeed giving up his own and only child, although she had told him she could never consent to be separated from him. They were to spend a couple of months at Carrolton, Lord Carrol’s country seat, whither upholsterers and decorators had been sent, as soon as the wedding had been decided upon, to make everything fresh and attractive for them. Of course Mrs. Blunt, that much “mistaken” but honest and affectionate creature, was indispensable at this time, and she was made about as happy as it is possible for a mortal to be in this life by Star’s assurance that she should be a fixture in her household as long as she should live. After the two months at Carrolton they were to go to Halowell Park for a season, and take a look at the home of the Thorntons. There was to be no stereotyped tour. Star said she had traveled enough for the present, and would much prefer to settle down to quiet home life—perhaps by another year they might feel like making a trip to the Continent. Lady Sherbrooke had already grown to love her new daughter very dearly.