Pulp Fiction, 1865 · page 389 of 399
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Beatriz. 369 *‘ And now tell me all about Felicia,” said Beatrix. “We must go in now,” Beatrix declared, when they had asked and answered a hundred interrogations satisfactorily, slipping her hand within her lover's arm, and picking up her little basket of raspberries with a most demure air. ‘ Aunt Dorothy will think I am lost. And now mind, Curzon, you must be very good, and not laugh one bit, be- cause Annt Dorothy thinks very solemnly about engagements and marriages and all that.” So they went in together hand in hand, to tell their story ; during the telling of which Stainer behaved perfectly, neither laughing nor other- wise misconducting himself, and Aunt Dorothy was affected to tears. But as she said herself, these tears only showed how very glad she was, and how happy in the thought that now for evermore her darling would be near her. Little more need be told beyond the mere fact of their marriages, which came off almost immediately. Miss Rawdon became Mrs. Dudley within two months of the breaking-off of her old engagement, and Captain Dudley, having sold out, they took a house near Stainers where they settled down, and are living very comfortably and happily. Miss Falkland’s wedding was, of course, a much more elaborate affair, Aunt Dorothy being determined that her niece should surpass herself on that day. So she had twelve bridesmaids, and the oldest lace, and the richest satin, and the largest and most indigestible wed- ding-cake that ever yet was seen ; and it was Captain George Falkland, who gave away the bride. VOL. XV. (GO) nite WO OKS oCO) in —_)