"If I did," said the bride gently, "I could not, and I would not."
"What's to stop you?" asked Farallone.
"My place is with my husband," said the bride, "whom I have sworn to love, and to honor, and to obey."
"Woman," said Farallone, "do you love him, do you honor him?"
She pondered a moment, then held her head high.
"I do," she said.
"God bless you," cried the groom.
"Rats," said Farallone, and he laughed bitterly. "But you'll get over it," he went on. "Let's have no more words." He turned to the groom and to me.
"Will you climb down the cliff or shall I throw you?"
"Let us all go," said the bride, and she caught at his trembling arm, "and I will bless you, and wish you all good things—and kiss you good-by."