Make her happy, and one day we'll all be friends." "I will--I will!" answered Rand, with emotion, pressed her hand warmly, and was claimed by others of his wedding guests.
Jacqueline, too, had clung at first to Unity and Deb and Cousin Jane Selden, but now she also turned from the old life to the new, and greeted with a smiling face the people of her husband's party.

Many, of course, she knew; only a difference of opinion stood between them and the Churchills; but others were strangers to her--strangers and curious.
She felt it in the touch of their hands, in the stare of their eyes, and her heart was vaguely troubled.

She saw her old dancing master, tiptoeing on the edge of the throng, and her smile brought Mr.
Pincornet, his green velvet and powdered wig, to her side.

He put his hand to his heart and bowed as to a princess.
"Ha! Mr.Pincornet," exclaimed Rand, "I remember our night at Monticello.
Now I have a teacher who will be with me always!--Jacqueline, I want you to speak to my old friend, Adam Gaudylock." "Ah, I know Mr.Gaudylock," answered Jacqueline, and gave the hunter both her hands.

"We all know and admire and want to be friends with Adam Gaudylock!" The picture that she made in her youth and beauty and bridal raiment was a dazzling one.