"Thank God to be out in the sunlight," he cried, as he stood, with his beautiful wife, in the churchyard. "Thank God it is all over, and I can call my love my wife. I thought that service would never end. Frank, have you no good wishes for my wife?"
Sir Frank went to Leone.
"I wish you joy," he said; "I wish you all happiness—but——"
And then he played nervously with the hat he held in his hand.
"But," she said with a bright smile, "you do not think I shall get it?"
Sir Frank made no answer; he did not think she would be happy, but she had chosen her own way; he had said all he could. Perhaps his eyes were clearer than others, for he could read a tragedy in her face. Then Sir Frank left them, having performed his part with a very ill grace.
"Leone, have you said good-bye to your uncle?" asked Lord Chandos.
"I left a little note to be given him when he returns home this evening. How he will miss me."
"And how fortunate I am to have you, my darling; there is no one in the wide world so happy. We will drive over to Rashleigh Station. I do not care who sees me now, no one can part us. Dr. Hervey thinks I went home to London this morning, but I won a wife before starting, did I not, Leone, my beautiful love? You are Lady Chandos now. What are you thinking of, my darling?"
"I was wondering, Lance, if there was anything in our marriage that could possibly invalidate it and make it illegal?"