“In your heart it is sweet and peaceful, too, and waiting for something good to happen?”

“Yes, David.”

“God forgive me if ever I fail you,” he said, drawing her down to him. “God make me worthy of you.”

Then the bishop entered, and the little procession followed, and gathered about while the solemn words of the service were uttered. Cassandra knelt at David’s side, as together they partook of the bread and wine, and with the worn circlet of gold which had been tied to her father’s little Greek books, they were pronounced man and wife. Then, rising from her knees, she bent and kissed David, the long first kiss of the wedded pair, and turned her gravely happy face to the bishop, who admitted to