"
"That is all that I can do for you, Sir," said Augusta, with decision.
"There--come--that's enough! Good-night." And breaking away from him, she
made a pretty little curtsey and vanished.
"Now, I wonder what she means to do," meditated Eustace, as the butler
brought him his hat. "I really should not wonder if she came round to it.
But then, one never knows how a woman will take a thing. If she will, she
will, etc., etc."
* * * * *
And now, it may strike the reader as very strange, but, as a matter of
fact, ten days from the date of the above conversation, there was a
small-and-early gathering at St. George's, Hanover-square, close by. I
say "small," for the marriage had been kept quite secret, in order to
prevent curiosity-mongers from marching down upon it in their thousands,
as they would certainly have done had it been announced that the heroine
of the great will case was going to be married. Therefore the party was
very select. Augusta had no relations of her own; and so she had asked
Dr. Probate, with whom she had struck up a great friendship, to come and
give her away; and, though the old gentleman's previous career had had
more connection with the undoing of the nuptial tie than with its
contraction, he could not find it in his heart to refuse.
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