The year of mourning was permitted to pass, and then John Lyon Howe, having, according to the conditions of the marriage contract, assumed the name and arms of Berners, was united in marriage to the beautiful Sybil. And they set out on their bridal tour as Mr. and Mrs. Lyon Berners.
And now we will again look in upon them as they linger over their tea-table in the old inn at Norfolk, where we first introduced them to our readers.
CHAPTER IV.
THE BEAUTIFUL STRANGER.
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“From the glance of her eye Shun danger and fly, For fatal ’s the glance.” |
Very happy were the married lovers as they sat over their tea, even though the scene of their domestic joy was just now but an inn-parlor. Both the young people had good appetites: gratified love had not deprived them of that.
They talked of their homeward journey and how pleasant it would be in this glorious autumn weather, and of their home and how glad they would be to reach it—yes, how glad! For, paradoxical as it may seem to say so, there is no happiness so perfect as that which looks forward to something still more perfect, if such could be possible in the future. They talked of the Black Valley, and how beautiful even that would look in its gorgeous October livery.
Suddenly in the midst of their sweet converse they heard the sound of weeping—low, deep, heart-broken weeping.