Miss Lyon, as bridesmaid, lifted the veil.
And the faithless husband stood face to face with the forsaken wife!
“‘Drusilla!!’”
He uttered but that one word, and reeled backward, white and ghastly, as if stricken by death.
Drusilla stood pale and mute her head sunk upon her bosom, her hands hanging by her side.
The parson, in his panic, dropped his prayer-book, and stood gazing in consternation.
General Lyon bent forward in astonishment and perplexity.
Dick was looking on in amusement.
And Anna smiling in triumph.