Old Capt. Grandiere led his niece, Rosemary Hedge, up to the altar, followed by her bridesmaids. There they were met by Roland Saviola and his groomsman, Ned Grandiere. They formed before the altar, their friends and relatives standing behind and on either side. Again the rector advanced and opened his book, and amid the deep silence commenced the solemn rites. When they were ended, and the blessing was bestowed, the bride kissed, and the bridegroom shaken by the hand, both the wedding parties withdrew to the vestry to register the marriages. After this they made very slow progress out of the church, their way being impeded by their acquaintances, who left the pews to offer their congratulations. At length they were permitted to enter their carriages and take the road to Mondreer, where the marriage breakfast was to be given. It was a great success, of course. The guests remained until two o’clock, when they departed, well pleased, and leaving their entertainers to take a few hours’ repose before repairing to Oldfield for the evening’s ball. At the farm they all literally: “Danced all night till broad daylight.” Then, after coffee, the two brides and grooms put on their traveling dresses and took leave of their friends. Leonidas and Odalite went to Greenbushes to spend their honeymoon quietly. Roland and Rosemary left for Washington, en route for New York and Paris. Mrs. Hedge and Miss Grandiere wept freely at parting with their darling, but were consoled by the assurance from Roland that the trip across the Atlantic was nothing at all in these days, and that he should certainly bring Rosemary back to spend Christmas with them, and afterward, if they pleased, take both of them to Europe to spend a long time with Rosemary and himself. To Miss Sibby Bayard, who had been a true mother to the young man, and who was weeping silently and wiping her eyes surreptitiously, as if she were ashamed of her tears, Roland said: “Dearest Aunt Sibby, though I seem to be leaving you finally, yet it is not so. You will see me much oftener, and for much longer periods, than you used to do when I was mate on a merchantman and away to sea three years at a time. Besides, you will come and stay with us on the other side as often and as long as you please—forever, if you will. We should like it.” “Yes, honey! Never mind me! I’m not crying! What should I cry for, when you are so happy? I love you too true for that! Rale love, sez I, always rejoices in the good of its objects, sez I! And them as snivels at the happiness of their children, sez I, hasn’t much love, but a deal of self in their souls, sez I!” Miss Sibby concluded, with a glance of reproach on poor Mrs. Hedge and Miss Grandiere. At last they were gone. And the invited guests soon followed.