Your vanity must needs be gratified by bringing together all this courtly company to witness your marriage.

And now they will only mock you." "S'death! you are right, Sir Giles," rejoined the old usurer.

"I am become a mere laughing-stock to my guests.

But at least I will see my false bride's features.

You hear what I say, Madam," he added to Gillian--"let me behold your face without more ado." As he uttered the command, the damsel threw off her veil, and stood blushing, half-smiling and half-abashed, before the assemblage.