For his sake I must not look stupid or excited.

I am not in a dream." How often she said this after the ceremony was over and they returned to South Audley Street, for the wedding breakfast could scarcely be computed.

When Lord Walderhurst helped her from the carriage and she stepped on to the strip of red carpet and saw the crowd on each side of it and the coachman and footmen with their big white wedding favours and the line of other equipages coming up, her head whirled.
"That's the Marchioness," a young woman with a bandbox exclaimed, nudging her companion.

"That's 'er! Looks a bit pale, doesn't she ?" "But, oh Gawd! look at them di-monds an' pearls--jess look at 'em!" cried the other.

"Wish it was me." The breakfast seemed splendid and glittering and long; people seemed splendid and glittering and far off; and by the time Emily went to change her bridal magnificence for her travelling costume she had borne as much strain as she was equal to.