"Yes, I gathered as much! All right, dearest, stay as long as you like."
"It is a pretty wedding, isn't it, Roger? You like it, don't you?"
Mona looked suddenly troubled.
"Of course I do, darling. I like it better than any wedding I ever attended! I've only seen one thing, though,—that's you. Are there other people here?"
"Oh, a few! Three or four hundred, anyway. But where's Bill
Farnsworth? I haven't seen him yet."
"He came in late. I just caught sight of him a minute ago. Probably he's trying to get through the crowd to us."
Which was just what Farnsworth was doing. He had arrived during the ceremony, and had not yet made his way to the bridal party.
In fact, he was continually stopped in his progress by acquaintances who greeted him and held him in conversation.
But at last he reached the bride.
"My dear Mona," he cried, "don't look so happy! You dazzle me!"
Mona beamed more joyously than ever, and Roger warmly welcomed
Farnsworth.