He would have promised anything.
As they entered the hall leading to the crowded parlours, the organ in the music-room suddenly burst into the strains of the Wedding March, and again she looked seriously into his face, and he laughed.
“My beautiful rebel, I’ll tame you in due time, never fear!”
“And you’re not angry?”
“Angry? I am more madly in love than ever.”
And she flushed in triumph.
When they had entered the room, the invalid father rose, pale and trembling, and, in accordance with Kate’s wishes, declared:
“My friends, I announce to you that I have given my daughter to be married unto this man.”
Gordon took her hot hand in his massive grasp and said:
“We believe, friends, in fellowship. We have asked you to-night to share with us the sacrament of the unity of our lives which we thus announce. For years this unity has made us one. We thus make it manifest unto the world. In the woman I have chosen as my comrade, behold the living soul of serene-browed Grecian goddess and German seeress of old, whose untamed eyes of primeval womanhood, the equal and the mate of man, proclaim the end of slave-marriage and the dawn of perfect love.”