"She took a great liking to him," said Mrs. Inglefield. "Do you think that strange?"
"I suppose," said Granny, "that I know the other two best. They have lived with me and he hasn't. I still consider him a spoilt bit of goods."
"Oh no," remonstrated his mother: "I don't think I have spoilt him. He gets on better with his brother and sister now. Don't you notice it?"
"I notice that Diana's will gives way first," said Granny.
The wedding took place, and was a very pretty one. Noel's behaviour was perfect, but he always was good in a church, and the big London church with all its floral decorations and crowds of people awed him. When he returned home, his granny called him to her, and began to question him about it.
He described it all eagerly to her.
"Miss Constance was all in white. She looked like an angel, and God's man was smiling all over his face. She kissed me and he kissed me."
"Who do you mean by 'God's man'? The clergyman?"
"No. God sent him to get Inez and me out of the room—we asked God to send somebody and God sent him."
This needed explanation, and Noel gave it in his funny quaint way.