"You mean I could not have come home. No, I don't think I could, even for your wedding, Millicent, and yours, Mr. Davy; we have been so busy lately."
Davy laughed. "Oh, I see what an important person you have become! We knew it; and it was I who persuaded your mother not to unsettle you. I did it for the best."
"It was for the best, dearest Charles," said Millicent, looking into Davy's face as if perfectly at home with it. She had never used to look into his face at all.
"Oh!" I again exclaimed, suddenly reminded, "what did you wear, Millicent, to be married in?"
"A white muslin pelisse, Charles, and Miss Benette's beautiful veil."
"Yes; and, Charles," continued Davy, "Millicent gratified us both by asking Miss Benette to be her bridesmaid."
"And did she come?" I asked, rather eagerly.
"No, Charles; she did not."
"I knew she would not," I thought, though I scarcely knew why.
"But she came, Charles, the night before, and helped them to dress the table; and so beautiful she made it look that everybody was astonished,—yet she had only a few garden flowers, and a very few rare ones."