"I am so sorry," said the bride, and she indulged in weak tears. "I looked forward with so much pleasure to this day, and now——"
"Perhaps you are sorry you married me," said Talbot, biting his mustache.
"Oh no, not that, but Robert has gone away without his dinner."
"Serves him right. When he gets hungry enough he will come back."
"Promise, James, that you will overlook his rudeness."
James Talbot was silent a moment, and then constrained his harsh features into a smile, which he tried to make pleasant.
"I will remember that he is your son, Sarah," he said, softening his voice. "It will not be my fault if I do not teach him to like me."
"Thank you! How good you are!"
"And now, my love, let me remind you that I am hungry. Won't you order dinner served? Really, I am almost famished."