He could see her now as she was then, tall and slender in her white robe, and the red ray of sunshine gleaming like a splash of blood upon her breast.

He glanced at her by his side as she turned towards him, and behold! there it shone again, splendid yet ominous.
He shivered a little at the sight of it--he knew not why--and was glad when a dense black snow-cloud hid the face of the sun and killed it.
It was over at last, and they were man and wife.
"Do these words and vows and ceremonies make any difference to you ?" she whispered as they walked side by side down the church, the observed of all observers.

"They do not to me.

I feel as though all the rites in the world would be quite powerless and without meaning in face of the fact of our eternal unity." It was a queer little speech for her to make, with its thought and balance; Godfrey often reflected afterwards, expressing as it did a great truth so far as they were concerned, since no ceremonial, however hallowed, could increase their existing oneness or take away therefrom.
At the moment, however, he scarcely understood it, and only smiled in reply.
Then they went into the vestry and signed their names, and everything was over.

Here Godfrey's former trustee, General Cubitte, grown very old now, but as bustling and emphatic as of yore, who signed the book as one of the witnesses, buttonholed him.