"May God have mercy on us!" exclaimed Mrs. Butler.
She made this remark aloud; it was distinctly heard, and Beatrice, as she passed the good lady, turned and gave her a swift bright smile.
The bride joined the bridegroom before the altar, and the bishop, who was to perform the ceremony, began the marriage service:
"I, Loftus, take thee, Josephine—"
When these words were uttered Mrs. Bell turned and faced Mrs. Butler.
"Whose cause has won?" she murmured, "who was right?"
"Never you say a word against that blessed girl, Beatrice Meadowsweet," replied Mrs. Butler. "Watch her face—it's the face of an angel."
"So it is," said Mrs. Bell. And the ladies clasped hands and buried their feud.