"Yes, yes--I hear," interrupted Lady Cecilia, faintly, turning pale; "I know it all; that will do, Annette"-- "There's only a word more, my Lady:-- "'And obey, till death us do part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I give thee my troth.' "All this your La'ship says, with your right hand holding Mr. Titmouse's." Here a visible tremor passed through Lady Cecilia. "You may leave me alone, Annette, a little while," said she; "I don't feel quite well." "La, my Lady, a'n't your La'ship _late_, already? Your La'ship knows how early her Grace dines ever since her illness." "There's plenty of time; I'll ring for you when I want you. And--stay--you may as well leave your prayer-book with me for a moment--it will amuse me to look in it." Annette did as she was bid; and the next moment her melancholy mistress was alone. She did not, however, open the book she had asked for, but fell into a revery, which was disturbed some time afterwards, only by her maid tapping at the door; and who, on entering, told her that she had not one moment to lose; that his Lordship had been dressed for some time. On this her Ladyship rose, and commenced her toilet with a very deep sigh. "Your La'ship, I suppose, wears your gold-colored satin? it matches so well with the pearls," said Annette, going to the jewel-case. "I sha'n't wear any pearls to-day." "Oh! my Lady! not that beautiful spray of Mr. Titmouse's? Your La'ship does look so well in it!" "I sha'n't wear anything of Mr. Tit--I mean," she added, coloring, "I sha'n't wear _anything_ in my hair to-day!"