“We’ve been discussing the music,” he said.
“Why, of course,” exclaimed Miss Dolores. “We have never given a thought to it. Here, Nan, you are the one to help us decide.”
Nan’s thoughts flew to the little point opposite Three Rocks. The words came back to her, “When you are walking into this you will say to yourself, ‘The last time I heard that was when that renegade artist played it for me.’” No, she would not think of him, and she hoped they would not insist upon the Lohengrin Bridal Chorus.
“Your grandfather and my mother have just put in a petition for the old Mendelssohn wedding march,” said Mr. Kirk. “They say it was played when their weddings took place and they wish we could have it, for one thing, to-morrow.”
Miss Dolores looked at her grandfather with a gentle smile. “Of course we must have it, then,” she said. “We might have it for the entering, and have something else after the ceremony,” she turned to Mrs. Kirk.
“Thank you, my dear,” said Mrs. Kirk. “Every one wants the Lohengrin music nowadays; they say the other is so hackneyed.”
“But I think it is less so than the other has come to be, and I shall like to have what you and grandfather remember so happily. We need not have a march at all except for the entrance, for you know it will not be as if we were at church. There will be no marching out. We shall stay where we are and I think we can trust to Nan to make a good selection. What do you think, Nan?”
Had they read her wishes they could not have suited her better. “I quite agree with you,” she replied. “If you like I’ll see the musicians when they come to-morrow, or better still, I’ll call them up first thing in the morning and we can have something quite lovely and appropriate, I am sure. Leave it to me, Miss Dolores.”
“Indeed, I shall be very glad to, for I know you will not distress us with any of the so-called popular music one sometimes hears at weddings. Now, let us see just how we are to go in and all.”
“I don’t need to be in the procession this time,” said Nan. “Mrs. Bobs can take my place while I play the wedding march for you.” She sat down at the piano saying triumphantly to herself, “So, Mr. Marcus Wells, I have defeated you in this particular. No Lohengrin shall spoil my pleasure to-morrow,” and she started up the chords of the Mendelssohn march as a signal for the little company to enter.