made me more and more nervous, until, for the first time in my life, I began to feel faint. I struggled bravely against it, but the priests' voices, the hum of the congregation, and the rustling of dresses became confused and dim, and I felt that in another moment I should be forced to sit down on the floor if I would not fall. Then I was vaguely conscious that a hand was laid on my arm, and a voice said,—
"Give me your fan, and lean this way if you are going to faint."
I complied mechanically, and in a few seconds conquered my weakness enough to loose my frantic clasp of George's arm, and to refuse the various smelling-bottles which were offered to me.
"I never faint," was my grateful reply to Count Piloff for his kindness.
"You looked wonderfully like it then," he murmured, smiling at my indignation.
"Pray tell me what they are doing," said I, indicating the bride and groom.
"They are about to drink of the same cup,—symbol of the joys and sorrows they must share through life. Those lighted candles they will each hold through the remainder of the service. And now look at this."
Two large golden crowns, set with jewels, were brought forth. They were held over the heads of the bridal couple by the different groomsmen in turn, while more chanting went on.
"Tremendously difficult performance that," remarked George.
