Lord Arthur rushed out of the club with the paper still in his hand,
to the immense amazement of the hall-porter, who tried in vain to
stop him, and drove at once to Park Lane. Sybil saw him from the
window, and something told her that he was the bearer of good news.
She ran down to meet him, and, when she saw his face, she knew that
all was well.

'My dear Sybil,' cried Lord Arthur, 'let us be married to-morrow!'

'You foolish boy! Why, the cake is not even ordered!' said Sybil,
laughing through her tears.



CHAPTER VI



When the wedding took place, some three weeks later, St. Peter's was
crowded with a perfect mob of smart people. The service was read in
the most impressive manner by the Dean of Chichester, and everybody
agreed that they had never seen a handsomer couple than the bride
and bridegroom. They were more than handsome, however--they were
happy. Never for a single moment did Lord Arthur regret all that he
had suffered for Sybil's sake, while she, on her side, gave him the
best things a woman can give to any man--worship, tenderness, and
love. For them romance was not killed by reality. They always felt
young.

Some years afterwards, when two beautiful children had been born to