On his sitting-room sofa she rested and sipped his Cyprus wine; by and by arrived her sisters with grave faces; the carriage was driven to Hampstead Heath for the soothing happiness of the autumnal air and sunshine; after which the three sisters returned to their father's house; the wedding-ring was regretfully taken off; and the prayer arose in Mrs Browning's heart that if sorrow or injury should ever follow upon what had happened that day for either of the two, it might all fall upon her.
Browning did not again visit at 50 Wimpole Street; it was enough to know that his wife was well, and kept all these things gladly, tremblingly, in her heart.

For himself he felt that come what might his life had "borne flower and fruit."[39] On the Monday week which succeeded the marriage the Barrett family were to move to the country house that had been taken at Little Bookham.

On Saturday afternoon, a week having gone by since the wedding, Mrs Browning and Wilson, left what had been her home.

Flush was warned to make no demonstration, and he behaved with admirable discretion.

It was "dreadful" to cause pain to her father by a voluntary act; but another feeling sustained her:--"You _only_! As if one said _God only_.