shall have to lend this young man my handkerchief in a minute.
"Maybe she can take care of herself," he added aloud.
"I know her as perhaps you don't, sir."
"I think that's highly probable."
They finished the champagne in a silence broken by the roaring of the bees, and presently by distant shouts.
"They must be going away."
The victoria was at the door, with Deborah's new coachman, beaming red face and big white wedding-favor. "So pretty and touching to see how the old family servants adore her!" Uncle Johnnie heard a strange lady say reverently.
Around the front steps people were calling, laughing, their hands full of rice. But when Christabel came slowly out, more nunlike than ever in pale gray, her face whitely, stilly shining, hands fell, rice dribbled to the ground.
"Good-by, good-by! Good-by, Gobby dear. Good-by, dear Uncle Johnnie."
