"And in her wedding-gown!" I murmured, half to myself.
"Yes, in her wedding-gown!" repeated our junior, passing his hand feverishly across his eyes. "It's unbelievable! It's—I can't find any word to describe it. I can scarcely believe I'm awake."
"Perhaps she found she didn't love him," I suggested.
"At the last moment?"
"Stranger things have happened."
"I don't believe it!' A woman like Marcia Lawrence knows her own heart before she goes that far!"
"Suppose we say sudden insanity?"
"Well-balanced women don't go mad merely because they're going to get married."
"Then she didn't run away," I said.
Mr. Royce looked at me quickly.