She said no more, but she lay still, with her head in its soft little sealskin cap on his breast, as if she liked to feel his arms about her.
It was so new to him, and so immeasurably delightful. He had never expected to feel happier (even on his wedding day) than he felt now, with his best beloved, who had been so impracticable, his own at last, giving herself up to him in this way.
Poor, parasitic little heart, full of spreading tendrils! It was essential to its very existence that it should have something to cling to—which was a view of the case, that happily did not chance to strike him.
CHAPTER III.
A DISCOVERY.
THERE was a great ball at Toorak on the night of the wedding, and like all the nuptial ceremonies, it went off with great éclat.