"Well, there is time yet," Mark thought, grimly. "And Sir Charles must
be moving by this time, as the wedding is to take place at twelve."
But the minutes crept on, and it was pretty near to that hour when Sir
Charles's man came down the corridor with an anxious expression on his
face. He had been hammering at the bedroom door without effect.
A sudden idea thrilled Mark, an idea that he was ashamed of almost
before it had come into his mind. He stood by idly, listening. He heard
a clock somewhere strike the hour of midday. He stepped up to the little
knot of waiters.
"Why don't you do something?" he demanded. "What is the use of standing
stupidly about here? Call the manager or whoever is in attendance. Break
down the door."
With all his force Mark thrust himself against the stout oak. The hinges
yielded at last.
CHAPTER IV
Beatrice woke to the knowledge of her own utter misery. Contrary to her
anticipation, she had slept very soundly all night, much as condemned
criminals are supposed to do on the eve of execution. She felt well and
vigorous in herself, a brilliant sunshine was pouring into her room, and
all around her lay evidences of her coming slavery. Here were the bridal
veil and the long train, there were the jewels laid out on the dressing
table. A maid was moving quietly about the room.
"Good morning, miss," she said. "A lovely morning. And if there's any
truth in the saying that 'happy's the bride that the sun shines on,'
why----"
The maid stopped and smiled before she caught sight of Beatrice's pale,
set face.
"I suppose you think I am to be envied?" Beatrice asked. "Now don't
you?"
The maid lifted her hands to express her dumb admiration. "Who would not
be happy to be dressed in those lovely clothes, to be decked in those
jewels and to marry a man who will give you everything that the heart
could desire?" Beatrice smiled wearily.
"You are quite wrong, Adeline," she said. "If I could change places with
you at this moment I would gladly do so. You have a sweetheart, I
suppose?"
"Oh, yes, miss. He's in a shop. Some day he hopes to have a shop of his
own, and then----"
"And then you will be married. You love him very dearly, I suppose. And
I----"
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