“Dear little girl,” the old lady said tenderly, “of course I want you to be married. If I had searched the world over, I could not have chosen a lad whom I would like better. It is I who am selfish. I was fearing that Robert would take you away, and I don’t want to lose my Nan.”
“Lose me, Aunt Dahlia? Do you think that I would let you lose me? You are dearer to me than all the world, and where I go, you shall go, but we will always come back, won’t we dearie, back to our garden-all-aglow where we have been so happy. Hark, the first stroke of the mission bells is telling that it is noon, and we must not be late at our very own wedding. Yes, Phyllis we are coming.”
Monsieur Alecsandri was waiting for them in the library. Together they started along the flower bordered path toward the pepper tree, and Nan’s wedding music was the joyous song of the birds.
CHAPTER XXXVII.
NAN’S WEDDING.
The ceremony was a simple one, but the solemnity, which Mrs. Widdemere feared would be absent, seemed to be enhanced by the peaceful beauty of the surroundings. All was hushed, not a bird sang nor a breeze stirred as reverently the two, arrayed as gypsies spoke the sacred words that made them man and wife. Then, when the rector from St. Martin’s-by-the-Sea had kissed the bride and congratulated the radiant Robert, he departed, leaving the kinsfolk alone. Nan turned first of all toward the little old lady in the silvery grey gown, who was smiling through tears, and she said joyously, “Aunt Dahlia darling, instead of losing your gypsy girl you have gained a gypsy boy.” Then going to Mrs. Widdemere, Nan kissed her affectionately and said very softly, “Mother.” Then turning to Monsieur Alecsandri she asked gayly, “Uncle Basil, what do you think of your nephew? Is he not a good looking Romany rye?”
That stately gentleman shook hands with Robert as he replied: “In Rumania there is not one who can excel him in manliness, and I know that he will care for my dear sister’s little girl as I would wish her cared for. I am indeed thankful, Elenan, that I arrived in time for your wedding. This afternoon I shall start on my homeward journey, hoping that in another year my niece and nephew, Mrs. Widdemere and Miss Barrington, will honor me with a long visit.” Then he added earnestly, “Elenan, always remember that your mother’s birthplace on the Danube River is as much your home as it is mine.”
Then Mrs. Widdemere invited them through the gate in the hedge and, to their surprise, there on the other side, still under the spreading branches of the great old pepper tree, was a bare board table on which an appetizing lunch was spread gypsy-wise.
It was one o’clock when the feast was over. Robert, for a moment alone with Nan, said softly, “Little wife, put on that old gypsy dress now, for at two we will start on our trip away for a fortnight.”
The girl looked up with a radiant smile as she said, “It shall be done, my husband.”
The intervening hour was a busy one, for Monsieur Alecsandri took his departure, and then Nan, with the help of Phyllis, packed the few things she would need. Hearing a soft footfall back of her, the gypsy girl whirled about and caught Miss Barrington in her arms and held her in a long, loving embrace.