accustomed to the thought of her being out of his reach, and the little excitement of wonder as to how they should meet was not altogether displeasing to him.  “Giles will be inclined, no doubt, to be rather jealous of me,” was his thought; “I shall be a bad fellow if I don’t take care to show him that there is no need for it.  D. must do the same.  Of course she will.  Sweet D.!  Well, it can’t be helped now.”

It was natural enough that he should cogitate over the best way of managing his first meeting with them; but he had not been an hour in his uncle’s house before he found that Grand was shortly going to give a great dinner party for the bride mainly consisting of relatives and very old friends.  This, it was evident, would be the most natural time for him to present himself.

Valentine loved comfort and luxury, and finding himself established quite as if he had been a younger son in the house—­a horse kept for him to ride, and a small sitting-room set aside in which he could see his friends—­he experienced a glow of pleasure at first, and he soon perceived that his presence was a real pleasure to his old uncle; so, settling himself with characteristic ease in his place, he felt hourly more and more content with his new home.

It was not till he came down into the drawing-room before dinner on the day of the party that he began to feel excited and agitated.  A good many of the guests were already present, he went up to one and to another, and then advanced to speak to Miss Christie, who was arrayed in a wonderful green gown, bought new for the occasion.

“Mr. and Mrs. Brandon,” sounded clearly all down the long room, and he turned slowly and saw them.  For one instant they appeared to be standing quite still, and so he often saw them side by side in his thoughts ever after.  The bride looked serenely sweet, a delicate blush tinging her face, which was almost of infantine fairness and innocence; then old Grand’s white head came in the way as he advanced to meet her and take her hand, bowing low with old-fashioned formality and courtesy.  Several other people followed and claimed her acquaintance, so that they were closed in for the moment.  Then he felt that now was the time for him to come forward, which he did, and as the others parted again to let Grand take her to a seat, they met face to face.

“Ah, Valentine,” she said, so quietly, with such an unexcited air; she gave him her hand for a moment, and it was over.  Then he shook hands with his brother, their eyes met, and though both tried hard to be grave, neither could forbear to smile furtively; but Giles was much the more embarrassed of the two.

During dinner, though Valentine talked and laughed, he could not help stealing a minute now and then to gaze at the bride, till John, darting a sudden look at him, brought him to his senses; but he cogitated about her, though he did not repeat the offence.  “Is it lilac, or grey, or what, that she has on?  That pale stuff must be satin, for it shines.  Oh, meant for mourning perhaps.  How wonderfully silent Giles is!  How quiet they both are!”