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Did
I
not
tell
you
I
would
set
you
up
as
successfully
as
the
bear
who
has
reached
the
bun
on
the
top
of
the
slippery
pole
,
a
spectacle
for
the
envy
of
men
and
the
wonder
of
angels
?
Well
,
there
you
are
!
--
triumphant
!
--
a
great
creature
Geoffrey
!
--
in
fact
,
you
are
the
greatest
product
of
the
age
,
a
man
with
five
millions
and
owner
of
the
Derby-winner
!
What
is
the
glory
of
intellect
compared
to
such
a
position
as
yours
!
Men
envy
you
--
and
as
for
angels
--
if
there
are
any
--
you
may
be
sure
they
do
wonder
!
A
man
's
fame
guaranteed
by
a
horse
,
is
something
indeed
to
make
an
angel
stare
!
"
He
laughed
uproariously
,
and
from
that
day
he
never
spoke
again
of
his
singular
proposition
that
I
should
'
part
with
him
,
'
and
let
the
"
nobler
"
nature
in
me
have
its
way
.
I
was
not
to
know
then
that
he
had
staked
a
chance
upon
my
soul
and
lost
it
--
and
that
from
henceforward
he
took
a
determined
course
with
me
,
implacably
on
to
the
appalling
end
.
My
marriage
took
place
on
the
appointed
day
in
June
with
all
the
pomp
and
extravagant
show
befitting
my
position
,
and
that
of
the
woman
I
had
chosen
to
wed.
.
It
is
needless
to
describe
the
gorgeousness
of
the
ceremony
in
detail
--
any
fashionable
'
ladies
paper
'
describing
the
wedding
of
an
Earl
's
daughter
to
a
five-fold
millionaire
,
will
give
an
idea
,
in
hysterical
rhapsody
,
of
the
general
effect
.
It
was
an
amazing
scene
--
and
one
in
which
costly
millinery
completely
vanquished
all
considerations
of
solemnity
or
sacredness
in
the
supposed
'
divine
'
ordinance
.
The
impressive
command
:
"
I
require
and
charge
ye
both
,
as
ye
will
answer
at
the
dreadful
day
of
judgment
,
"
--
did
not
obtain
half
so
much
awed
attention
as
the
exquisite
knots
of
pearls
and
diamonds
which
fastened
the
bride
's
silver-embroidered
train
to
her
shoulders
.
'
All
the
world
and
his
wife
'
were
present
--
that
is
,
the
social
world
,
which
imagines
no
other
world
exists
,
though
it
is
the
least
part
of
the
community
.
The
Prince
of
Wales
honoured
us
by
his
presence
:
two
great
dignitaries
of
the
church
performed
the
marriage-rite
,
resplendent
in
redundant
fulness
of
white
sleeve
and
surplice
,
and
equally
imposing
in
the
fatness
of
their
bodies
and
unctuous
redness
of
their
faces
;
and
Lucio
was
my
'
best
man
.
'
He
was
in
high
,
almost
wild
spirits
--
and
,
during
our
drive
to
the
church
together
,
had
entertained
me
all
the
way
with
numerous
droll
stories
,
mostly
at
the
expense
of
the
clergy
.
When
we
reached
the
sacred
edifice
,
he
said
laughingly
as
he
alighted
--
"
Did
you
ever
hear
it
reported
,
Geoffrey
,
that
the
devil
is
unable
to
enter
a
church
,
because
of
the
cross
upon
it
,
or
within
it
?
"
"
I
have
heard
some
such
nonsense
,
"
--
I
replied
,
smiling
at
the
humour
expressed
in
his
sparkling
eyes
and
eloquent
features
.
"
It
is
nonsense
--
for
the
makers
of
the
legend
forgot
one
thing
;
"
he
continued
,
dropping
his
voice
to
a
whisper
as
we
passed
under
the
carved
gothic
portico
--
"
The
cross
may
be
present
--
--
but
--
--
so
is
the
clergyman
!
And
wherever
a
clergyman
is
,
the
devil
may
surely
follow
!
"
I
almost
laughed
aloud
at
his
manner
of
making
this
irreverent
observation
,
and
the
look
with
which
he
accompanied
it
.
The
rich
tones
of
the
organ
creeping
softly
on
the
flower-scented
silence
however
,
quickly
solemnized
my
mood
--
and
while
I
leaned
against
the
altar-rails
waiting
for
my
bride
,
I
caught
myself
wondering
for
the
hundredth
time
or
more
,
at
my
comrade
's
singularly
proud
and
kingly
aspect
,
as
with
folded
arms
and
lifted
head
,
he
contemplated
the
lily-decked
altar
and
the
gleaming
crucifix
upon
it
,
his
meditative
eyes
bespeaking
a
curious
mingling
of
reverence
and
contempt
.
One
incident
I
remember
,
as
standing
out
particularly
in
all
the
glare
and
glitter
of
the
brilliant
scene
,
and
this
occurred
at
the
signing
of
our
names
in
the
register
.
When
Sibyl
,
a
vision
of
angelic
loveliness
in
all
her
bridal
white
,
affixed
her
signature
to
the
entry
,
Lucio
bent
towards
her
--
"
As
'
best
man
'
I
claim
an
old-fashioned
privilege
!
"
he
said
,
and
kissed
her
lightly
on
the
cheek
.
She
blushed
a
vivid
red
--
then
suddenly
grew
ghastly
pale
--
and
with
a
kind
of
choking
cry
,
reeled
back
in
a
dead
faint
in
the
arms
of
one
of
her
bridesmaids
.
