'And such a lovely moustache!' Miss Simpson usually adds with a sigh.

The moustache and hair are, however, inclined to red, and the face within them is not unlike that of a fox.

Perhaps some of his friends might be surprised if they found him in the present company; but he would do anything to oblige Simpson and Jenkins, who are, in turn, always at his service, in more ways than one.
After a little preliminary conversation, Mr Simpson offers Netta his arm; and followed by the rest of the bridal party, leads the way downstairs.

A smart little liveried page is at the door, and two fine carriages are in the street, each with its horses and coachman ornamented with bridal favours.
'We cannot make all our arrangements' as I could wish, whispers Howel to Miss Simpson, 'owing to circumstances; or I should have met you at the church from another house.' Netta, Mr Simpson, and the two ladies are in the first carriage, which soon arrives at St James's Church, followed by the other.

How the bouquet in Netta's hand trembles, as she takes Mr Simpson's arm, and walks with him up the steps, and finally through the centre aisle to the altar! She has never been in a London church before, and the varied colours of that magnificent painted window strike her with wonder even now.
Netta turns very pale as she stands by the altar, and waits until Howel comes up.