“Here are two. Do you remember them, Miss Redmond?” As he spoke he produced old Nancy’s Bible, and opened it.
The flowers were there, but sadly withered.
This is precisely the remark that Jessie made.
“I do,” she said, with a blush and a sigh; “but they are sadly withered.”
“Like my hopes,” replied Kenneth. “I leave my country a broken-hearted man—”
How handy for an author is a line of those little stars called “asterisks!” How neatly I dropped the curtain by means of it on that conversation between Kenneth and Jessie!
But did Kenneth leave his country a broken-hearted man? No; how could he with Jessie by his side?
They were married at Alva House by old Mr Grant. It was a quiet wedding indoors, but out of doors—well, Harvey McGregor determined his tenantry should all go mad together if they chose. There were balls and bonfires, breakfasts, dinners, and suppers galore, and such rejoicing and such general jollity as will never be forgotten while the heather blooms on Alva hills, and the dark pines wave in its valleys.
The honeymoon was spent in the New Forest; and Kenneth did not forget to visit his old friend Major Walton, whom he found happy and hearty.