So I suppose I shall have to be satisfied with that.”
“Would you marry him if he were a Methodist, Miss Cornelia?”
“No, I would not. Politics is for this world, but religion is for both.”
“And you may be a ‘relict’ after all, Miss Cornelia.”
“Not I. Marshall will live me out. The Elliotts are long-lived, and the Bryants are not.”
“When are you to be married?” asked Anne.
“In about a month’s time. My wedding dress is to be navy blue silk. And I want to ask you, Anne, dearie, if you think it would be all right to wear a veil with a navy blue dress. I’ve always thought I’d like to wear a veil if I ever got married. Marshall says to have it if I want to. Isn’t that like a man?”
“Why shouldn’t you wear it if you want to?” asked Anne.
“Well, one doesn’t want to be different from other people,” said Miss Cornelia, who was not noticeably like anyone else on the face of the earth. “As I say, I do fancy a veil. But maybe it shouldn’t be worn with any dress but a white one. Please tell me, Anne, dearie, what you really think. I’ll go by your advice.”
“I don’t think veils are usually worn with any but white dresses,” admitted Anne, “but that is merely a convention; and I am like Mr. Elliott, Miss Cornelia. I don’t see any good reason why you shouldn’t have a veil if you want one.”
