She glanced up at the old lawyer, who gave her his arm with great ceremony, led her to the desk, and turned immediately to the bridegroom.
“You saw, or thought you saw some one you knew among the congregation, I fancy,” said he in his quiet dry manner.
Lauriston looked up quickly from the page over which he was bending.
“Yes, I certainly did think so, in fact I am almost sure of it,” he said, turning to notice the old man’s expression.
“I imagined that to be the case from your expression as we left the altar,” said the lawyer, keeping Lauriston’s eyes fixed by the steady gaze of his own. “Who do you think it was?”
“I feel sure it was Rahas,” said George in a low voice, still watching the face of the lawyer, who now took Nouna’s place to sign the register as a witness to the marriage. “Did you see him too?”
The old gentleman did not answer at once; he was bending low over the open page before him to finish his signature with a careful flourish. When he had done this, he placed the blotting-paper over it, put his arm through that of the bridegroom, and moved away with him.
“My eyes are not as good as yours, Mr. Lauriston,” he said; “I should not know my own son at that distance.”
“There was a lady—a woman with him,” said George.
“A woman whom you know?” asked the lawyer, whose interest in the matter, however, seemed to have diminished.