Sir Norman, with a flush on his cheek, and an exultant light in his eyes, took the hand of his beautiful bride who stood lovely, and blushing, and downcast, the envy and admiration of all.

And "Before the bishop now they stand, The bridegroom and the bride; And who shall paint what lovers feel In this, their hour of pride ?" Who indeed?
Like many other pleasant things is this world, it requires to be felt to be appreciated; and, for that reason, it is a subject on which the unworthy chronicler is altogether incompetent to speak.

The first words of the ceremony dropped from the prelate's urbane lips, and Sir Norman's heart danced a tarantella within him.

"Wilt thou ?" inquired the bishop, blandly, and slipped a plain gold ring on one pretty finger of Leoline's hand and all heard the old, old formula: "What God hath joined together, let no man put asunder!" And the whole mystic rite was over.
Leoline gave one earnest glance at the ring on her finger.

Long ago, slaves wore rings as the sign of their bondage--is it for the same reason married women wear them now?
While she yet looked half-doubtfully at it, she was surrounded, congratulated, and stunned with a sadden clamor of voices; and then, through it all, she heard the well-remembered voice of Count L'Estrange, saying: "My lords and ladies, time is on the wing, and the sun is already half an hour high! Off with you all to the courtyard, and mount, while Lady Kingsley changes her wedding-gear for robes more befitting travel, and joins us there." With a low obeisance to the king, the lovely bride hastened away after one of the favorite's attendants, to do as he directed, and don a riding-suit.