"WHOM GOD HATH JOINED TOGETHER" Max and Diana were married shortly before the following Christmas.

The wedding took place very quietly at Crailing, only a few intimate friends being asked to it.

For, as Max pointed out, either their invitations must be limited to a dozen or so, or else Diana must resign herself to a fashionable wedding in town, with all the world and his wife as guests at the subsequent reception.

No middle course is possible when a well-known dramatist elects to marry the latest sensation in the musical world! So it was in the tiny grey church overlooking the sea that Max and Diana were made one, with the distant murmur of the waves in their ears, and with Alan Stair to speak the solemn words that joined their lives together, and when the little intimate luncheon which followed the ceremony was over, they drove away in Max's car to the wild, beautiful coast of Cornwall, there to spend the first perfect days of their married life.
And they were perfect days! Afterwards, when clouds had dimmed the radiance of the sun, and doubts and ugly questionings were beating up on every side, Diana had always that radiant fortnight by the Cornish sea--she and Max alone together--to look back upon.
The woman whose married life holds sorrow, and who has no such golden memory stored away, is bereft indeed! On their return to London, the Erringtons established themselves at Lilac Lodge, a charming old-fashioned house in Hampstead, where the creeper-clad walls and great bushes of lilac reminded Diana pleasantly of the old Rectory at Crailing.

Jerry made one of the household--"resident secretary" as he proudly termed himself, and his cheery, good-humoured presence was invaluable whenever difficulties arose.
But at first there were few, indeed, of the latter to contend with.
Owing to the illness of an important member of the cast, without whose services Adrienne declined to perform, the production of Max's new play, "Mrs.Fleming's Husband," was delayed until the autumn.