'No—married.'
'Married!' echoed several voices.
'As you will hear by this most magniloquent paragraph.'
'Read it, major—all news from home are welcome,' said Jack Belton.
'Married yesterday by the Lord Bishop of Edinburgh.—'
'Who the deuce is he?' asked some one; 'we don't know such dignitaries in Scotland.'
'Never mind, my boy—the "Morning Post" does—Married yesterday, by the Lord Bishop of Edinburgh, Captain Thomas Clavering, second son of the late Sir Anthony Clavering, of Clavering-corbet and Belgrave-square, to Laura, the only and accomplished daughter of Sir Horace Everingham, Bart, and M.P., of Elton Hall, Yorkshire and Glen Ora. The bride was most elegantly attired in white glacé silk, covered with Brussels lace flounces, flowers and a magnificent Brussels lace veil entwined with white roses and orange blossom. She was attended by twelve charming bridesmaids richly arrayed—six in pink and six in white, who unbound their bouquets and strewed the way with flowers before the wedded pair, from the porch of St. John's church to the steps of the carriage.'
'By Jove! there's a peal of bells for you!' said Belton.'
'Think of Tom Clavering having the way before him strewed with flowers.'
'After the ceremony, Sir Horace gave a splendid déjeuner at his residence in Edinburgh, and at four o'clock the beautiful bride and gallant bridegroom left town, en route for London, from whence it is said they will follow the Guards to the Crimea in the elegant yacht of Augustus Frederick Snobleigh, Esq., or in the Fairy Bell, the well-known yacht of Sir Horace.'