sewing-basket by her side. Her hands, however,
lay idly across the stocking in her lap.

As the music ceased, she drew a long sigh.

What a perfectly beautiful wedding that
was! she breathed.

Cyril whirled about on the piano stool.

``It was a very sensible wedding,'' he said with
emphasis.

``They looked so happy--both of them,''
went on Marie, dreamily; ``so--so sort of above
and beyond everything about them, as if nothing
ever, ever could trouble them--_now_.''

Cyril lifted his eyebrows.

``Humph! Well, as I said before, it was a very
_sensible_ wedding,'' he declared.

This time Marie noticed the emphasis. She
laughed, though her eyes looked a little troubled.

``I know, dear, of course, what you mean. _I_
thought our wedding was beautiful; but I would
have made it simpler if I'd realized in time how
you--you--''