But while the bride dressed for church, and her bridemaids and friends drove up, events were taking place to deal with which I must retrograde a step.
Jael Dence having gone to Woodbine Villa, Mrs. Little and her brother dined tete-a-tete; and the first question she asked was, “Why where is Jael?”
“Don't you know? gone to Woodbine Villa. The wedding is to-morrow.”
“What, my Jael gone to that girl's wedding!” And her eyes flashed with fire.
“Why not? I am going to it myself.”
“I am sorry to hear you say so—very sorry.”
“Why, she is my godchild. Would you have me affront her?”
“If she is your godchild, Henry is your nephew.”
“Of course, and I did all I could to marry him to Grace; but, you see, he would be wiser than me.”
“Dear Guy, my poor Henry was to blame for not accepting your generous offer; but that does not excuse this heartless, fickle girl.”