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XXVIII. ALL IS SETTLED
When Chetwynd and Captain Danvers were about half a mile from Brackley Park, they saw Sir Bridgnorth and Lady Thicknesse coming slowly along in the phaeton.
The pair looked so happy, and so completely engrossed by each other, that the two young men scarcely liked to interrupt them. However, Sir Bridgnorth pulled up, and then the others stopped likewise.
After a few words had passed, her ladyship signed to Chetwynd to come close to her, and said, in a low voice:
“I have had some talk with Lady Barfleur this morning, and I think she has consented that your marriage with Emmeline shall take place immediately. Sir Bridgnorth, who was present at the time, lent his aid, and spoke so urgently, that I think he decided the point.”
“I am infinitely indebted to you both,” said Chet-wynd, glancing at Sir Bridgnorth.
“You will find Emmeline in the garden,” said Lady Thicknesse; “and by the time we come back from our drive, I hope all will be satisfactorily settled.”
“This day week, mind! – not later!” added Sir Bridgnorth, leaning towards him. “All is ready for us at Charlton.”
The baronet then moved on, while the others rode off in the opposite direction.
Arrived at Brackley, our friends ascertained that both young ladies were in the garden, and immediately went in quest of them, and found them seated near the bowling-green.
This being the first time we have seen them since their deliverance from Teresa, we are bound to say they were both looking charmingly, and in capital spirits. Mildred’s illness hadn’t left a trace on her fair countenance. On the contrary, she seemed prettier than ever.
No sooner did their lovers appear than they arose, and flew to meet them; and a very lover-like meeting took place.
But the couples then separated, and Chetwynd and Emmeline, whom we shall accompany, moved off to a short distance.
“Emmeline,” said Chetwynd, “I had resolved not to ask you to fulfil your promise to me till I had gone through a year’s probation; nor should I have done so had I not been placed by circumstances in a totally different position from what I was at that time. If you have confidence in my reformation – if you think I have proved myself worthy of you – if you can trust me – I will beg you to abridge my term, and give yourself to me now. But if you have any doubt remaining – if you deem it better to wait till the appointed time – I pray you to do so! Your happiness is my chief concern; and, however irksome the delay may be, I shall not complain!”
“I have entire faith in you, dear Chetwynd,” she replied, in a voice of much emotion. “In every respect you have proved yourself worthy of my love, and I am prepared to give you my hand whenever you claim it.”
“I claim it at once,” he said, eagerly. “And as there is now no obstacle – for Lady Thicknesse tells me your mother has given her consent – I pray that our union may take place on the same day as the marriage of her ladyship with Sir Bridgnorth.”
“Be it so,” said Emmeline; “and I hope another marriage will take place at the same time.”
Just then, the voice of Captain Danvers was heard at a little distance, and he called out:
“Don’t let me interrupt you; but Mildred won’t fix the day till she is satisfied you are agreed.”
“Then tell her we are agreed,” replied Emmeline. “Will this day week suit?”
“It will suit her perfectly,” replied the captain.
“You answer for me!” said Mildred, laughing; “but, though you speak without authority, it is really the day I should choose.”
“I felt certain of it, or I should not have ventured to say so,” observed the captain. “But, since all private arrangements are made, and we are to be wedded at the same time, won’t it be more convenient to talk matters over together?”
“I am quite of that opinion,” said Chetwynd.
No dissentient voice was raised. So they all came together, and began to discuss the general arrangements.
Ere long they were joined by Lady Barfleur, who gave her formal consent to her daughter’s union with Chetwynd, and then took part in the discussion.
It was agreed they should be married in the private chapel belonging to the Hall, and that the Reverend Mr. Massey should perform the ceremony.
This was the chief matter, but they had a good deal to talk over besides, and they were still engaged in the discussion when Lady Thicknesse and Sir Bridgnorth returned from their drive.
Having already decided upon the private chapel of Mr. Massey, the last-mentioned pair had only to express their satisfaction that their own plans had been adopted, but they had many congratulations to offer to Chetwynd and Emmeline.
XXIX. CONCLUSION
The auspicious day had arrived on which the three marriages were to take place, or rather we ought to say four, since it had been arranged that Rose Hartley was to be married to Harry Netterville at the same time.
Harry had come down two days before to Ousel-croft, and had brought with him, on Chetwynd’s special invitation, Mr. and Mrs. Hartley, together with Tom Tankard, who was to act as Harry’s best man. Higgins was now staying at Brackley, and Mr. Tankard had been invited there. Captain Pon-sonby, an old friend, had agreed to act as Chetwynd’s best man, and Scrope Danvers would perform the same office for his brother. Sir Bridgnorth dispensed with a friend, and Lady Thicknesse had no bridesmaid. Emmeline’s bridesmaids were to be the two Miss Bretons, the beautiful Emma Ashton, and Hortensia Biddulph; Mildred’s attendants were the Miss Leiglis, Eugenia Radcliffe, and Blanche Dukinfield. It was not deemed advisable to increase the number, considering the small size of the chapel. Sir Gerard Danvers and Scrope were staying at Brackley, but Sir Bridgnorth, Captain Ponsonby, and Captain Danvers were at Ouselcroft.
A wedding portion of five hundred pounds had been jointly bestowed on Rose by Emmeline and Mildred, and Harry Netterville was to be appointed to the post of steward at Brackley.
The general arrangements was these. Chetwynd and his bride were to spend their honeymoon in perfect retirement at Ouselcroft; Captain and Mrs. Danvers meant to proceed to Windermere and the Lake country; and Sir Bridgnorth and his lady, like sensible folks, intended to drive at once to Charlton.
Such were the arrangements, and it was a matter of congratulation to all when the morning proved fine.
An early and very cheery breakfast took place at Ouselcroft, for all three bridegrooms were in excellent spirits. Another early breakfast also took place in another room at the same house, at which Mr. and Mrs. Hartley, Harry Netterville, and Tom Tankard assisted.
After they had finished breakfast, Chetwynd came into the room and shook hands with them all.
“I’m right glad to see you here, Hartley,” he said, clapping him kindly on shoulder. “Without you, my good friend, I should neither have been master of this house, nor wedded to her I love. I told you then I would some day prove my gratitude; and I mean to do so now. I have got a nice comfortable farm-house, which I shall bestow upon you and your wife, and where Harry Netterville can live with you. He will have a post as steward. I shall be glad to have you all near me.”
“Heaven bless you, sir!” exclaimed Hartley, much affected. “You could not have conferred a greater kindness upon me, nor one I shall more appreciate!”
Mrs. Hartley was so overcome that she could hardly get out her thanks, but she did so at last.
We must now repair to Brackley.
As the day advanced, the old Hall presented a gayer appearance that it had done for many and many a year. The large court-yard was entirely filled with the tenants and retainers of the lord of the mansion – who henceforward would be represented by Chetwynd – their wives and daughters, some of the latter being very good-looking, and very well-dressed.
Harry had come down two days before to Ouselcroft, and had brought with him, on Chetwynd’s special invitation, Mr. and Mrs. Hartley, together with Tom Tankard, who was to act as Harry’s best man. Higgins was now staying at Brackley, and Mr. Tankard had been invited there. Captain Pon-sonby, an old friend, had agreed to act as Chetwynd’s best man, and Scrope Danvers would perform the same office for his brother. Sir Bridgnorth dispensed with a friend, and Lady Thicknesse had no bridesmaid. Emmeline’s bridesmaids were to be the two Miss Bretons, the beautiful Emma Ashton, and Hortensia Biddulph; Mildred’s attendants were the Miss Leighs, Eugenia Radcliffe, and Blanche Dukinfield. It was not deemed advisable to increase the number, considering the small size of the chapel. Sir Gerard Danvers and Scrope were staying at Brackley, but Sir Bridgnorth, Captain Ponsonby, and Captain Danvers were at Ouselcroft.
A wedding portion of five hundred pounds had been jointly bestowed on Rose by Emmeline and Mildred, and Harry Netterville was to be appointed to the post of steward at Brackley.
The general arrangements was these. Chetwynd and his bride were to spend their honeymoon in perfect retirement at Ouselcroft; Captain and Mrs. Danvers meant to proceed to Windermere and the Lake country; and Sir Bridgnorth and his lady, like sensible folks, intended to drive at once to Charlton.
Such were the arrangements, and it was a matter of congratulation to all when the morning proved fine.
An early and very cheery breakfast took place at Ouselcroft, for all three bridegrooms were in excellent spirits. Another early breakfast also took place in another room at the same house, at which Mr. and Mrs. Hartley, Harry Netterville, and Tom Tankard assisted.
After they had finished breakfast, Chetwynd came into the room and shook hands with them all.
“I’m right glad to see you here, Hartley,” he said, clapping him kindly on shoulder. “Without you, my good friend, I should neither have been master of this house, nor wedded to her I love. I told you then I would some day prove my gratitude; and I mean to do so now. I have got a nice comfortable farm-house, which I shall bestow upon you and your wife, and where Harry Netterville can live with you. He will have a post as steward. I shall be glad to have you all near me.”
“Heaven bless you, sir!” exclaimed Hartley, much affected. “You could not have conferred a greater kindness upon me, nor one I shall more appreciate!”
Mrs. Hartley was so overcome that she could hardly get out her thanks, but she did so at last.
We must now repair to Brackley.
As the day advanced, the old Hall presented a gayer appearance that it had done for many and many a year. The large court-yard was entirely filled with the tenants and retainers of the lord of the mansion – who henceforward would be represented by Chetwynd – their wives and daughters, some of the latter being very good-looking, and very well-dressed.
Among our acquaintances was Marple, the farmer, who had been present when Sir Leycester Barfleur was lost in the morass, and honest Ned Rushton, the keeper.
Already a brilliant assemblage was collected in the large room up-stairs, which was beautifully decorated with flowers, as were the drawing-room and the Hall. In fact, there were flowers everywhere.
At length the bell began to ring, the several bridal parties assembled in the Hall, and marshalled by Higgins and Norris, issued forth.
Preceded by a dozen young damsels dressed in white, who scattered flowers in their path, they then moved through the crowded court to the chapel, amid the audibly-expressed good wishes of the beholders.
Sir Bridgnorth and Lady Thicknesse took the lead, and her ladyship looked magnificent in her bridal array.
Then came Emmeline, escorted by her uncle, Sir Gerard Danvers, and followed by Chetwynd and Captain Ponsonby. She excited general admiration, as did Mildred, who followed on the arm of Mr. Talbot Hesketh, her mother’s first cousin. Close behind them came Captain Danvers and his brother Scrope. Lastly came Rose, charmingly and simply attired in white, and looking quite as pretty as the others. Attended by her mother, and leaning on her father’s arm, she was followed by Netterville and Tom Tankard. Laura and Clarissa were to act as her bridesmaids, but they had already gone into the chapel.
The little chapel presented an exceedingly pretty sight; but it was so full that very few of the tenantry could be admitted.
The chaplain was already at the altar, and his venerable figure completed the charming picture.
A few minutes elapsed while the several couples were being placed; but at length this preliminary proceeding was accomplished, and the ceremony commenced.
At this juncture the scene was exceedingly interesting, and long lived in the memory of those fortunate enough to behold it.
Rarely have two more beautiful brides than Emmeline and Mildred appeared at the altar – nay, we may say three, for Rose was little their inferior in beauty; and Lady Thicknesse, if she had not youth, had remarkable grace and elegance.
Grouped around were the bridesmaids, all of whom were young, exceedingly pretty, and charmingly attired.
Placed somewhat apart was Lady Barfleur, but being in deep mourning, she would not mingle with the group.
The ceremony proceeded, and the different couples were united.
Lady Thicknesse became Lady Bridgnorth, greatly to the delight of the excellent baronet. Chetwynd was made supremely happy by the hand of Emmeline. Nor had Charles Danvers less reason to be content, for in Mildred he obtained a treasure; while we doubt whether any one was happier than Harry Netterville, when he could really call Rose his own.
The ceremony is over.
We will accompany the happy couples – and they really deserve to be so described – as they cross the still crowded court, and pass through lines of bowing tenantry into the hall; but we will not join the throng in the drawing-room, nor sit down with the large party in the dining-room to the admirable breakfast prepared by Monsieur Zephyrus.
We will make passing bows to the beautiful brides; we will say farewell to our kindly Sir Bridgnorth, whom we rejoice to say still flourishes; we will bid adieu to Chetwynd and Charles Danvers, and wish them all happiness.
We will visit for a moment another table in another room, at which we shall find our blooming little Rose and her happy husband – now the happiest couple possible – her worthy father and doting mother; Tom Tankard and his father, who keeps him in order; Marple, the farmer; Ned Rushton, the keeper; and a great many more, all of whom are enjoying a most plentiful and excellent repast, at which, besides wine, there is no lack of good strong ale, a couple of casks having been broached that morning for the tenantry and general guests.
Our task is done.
