The wreath of heath lay lightly upon her brown head, and, with the beautiful bouquet upon her breast, made a pleasing contrast with the otherwise spotless costume.

Her figure looked almost regal in her trailing robe, and she was simply perfect from crown to sole.

“Yes,” she repeated, as the woman seemed unable to take her eyes from her, “you may tell Mr. Heath that I am ready,” and as Margery went out, she bowed her head in prayer for a blessing on her new life.

The next moment she heard Sir William’s step on the stairs, and she went out to meet him.

How his face lighted as he looked upon her!  How his heart throbbed with exultation as he thought: 

“This peerless girl is mine!  Heathdale has never known a mistress so fair!”

He was clad, as became a gentleman, in a dress suit of simple black, fine and rich, a single diamond of purest water gleaming just beneath his white satin tie, and his hands were incased in spotless gloves.

“My darling,” he whispered, as he took Virgie’s right hand and laid it on his arm, “how beautiful you are!”

She could not make him any reply—­the moment was too solemn for words—­but she lifted her eyes to his for an instant, and they were filled with love and trust.

Then they went below.

Very quietly they took their places in the little parlor, where the clergyman awaited them, and where Mr. Abbot, after one surprised, delighted glance at his daughter, lay back in his chair, with a smile of supreme content upon his lips.

He understood at once who had so delicately and so fittingly arranged everything for the fair bride, and it was such a comfort to him to have Virgie properly arrayed for her marriage.

Chi Lu and Margery stood one on either side of the door, just inside the room, according to Sir William’s desire, for there must be witnesses, and thus the group was complete.

Rev. Dr. Thornton approached the young couple, and in an easy and impressive, yet graceful manner, performed the marriage service, and those few moments were very solemn ones to three at least of those present.  But the ceremony was soon over, and the maiden was now a wife—­Virgie Abbot had become Virginia, Lady Heath.

Sir William had not, however, allowed his title to be used, as he shrank from the notoriety which the knowledge of his position and wealth would create among the settlers of that region.  He had come there in an unpretentious way, and he wished to leave as quietly.  There would be time enough, he thought, to resume his honors when he and his bride should go out into the world.

When the benediction had been pronounced over the clasped hands of the husband and wife, Dr. Thornton offered his congratulations, and then Sir William led Virgie directly to her father.

She sank upon her knees beside his chair, and putting her arms around his neck, gave and received a tender caress.