It was early in April, however, that the great doings were to be done at Greshamsbury.  Not exactly on the first.  It may be presumed, that in spite of the practical, common-sense spirit of the age, very few people do choose to have themselves united on that day.  But some day in the first week of that month was fixed for the ceremony, and from the end of February all through March, Lady Arabella worked and strove in a manner that entitled her to profound admiration.

It was at last settled that the breakfast should be held in the large dining-room at Greshamsbury.  There was a difficulty about it which taxed Lady Arabella to the utmost, for, in making the proposition, she could not but seem to be throwing some slight on the house in which the heiress had lived.  But when the affair was once opened to Mary, it was astonishing how easy it became.

‘Of course,’ said Mary, ’all the rooms in our house would not hold half the people you are talking about—­if they must come.’

Lady Arabella looked so beseechingly, nay, so piteously, that Mary had not another word to say.  It was evident that they must all come:  the De Courcys to the fifth generation; the Duke of Omnium himself, and others in concatenation accordingly.

’But will your uncle be angry if we have the breakfast up there?  He has been so very handsome to Frank, that I wouldn’t make him angry for all the world.’

’If you don’t tell him anything about it, Lady Arabella, he’ll think that it is all done properly.  He will never know, if he’s not told, that he ought to give the breakfast, not you.’

‘Won’t he, my dear?’ And Lady Arabella looked her admiration for this very talented suggestion.  And so that matter was arranged.  The doctor never knew, till Mary told him some year or so afterwards, that he had been remiss in any part of his duty.

And who was asked to the wedding?  In the first place, we have said that the Duke of Omnium was there.  This was, in fact, the one circumstance that made this wedding so superior to any other that had ever taken place in that neighbourhood.  The Duke of Omnium never went anywhere; and yet he went to Mary’s wedding!  And Mary, when the ceremony was over, absolutely found herself kissed by a duke.  ‘Dearest Mary!’ exclaimed Lady Arabella, in her ecstasy of joy, when she saw the honour that was done to her daughter-in-law.

‘I hope we shall induce you to come to Gatherum Castle soon,’ said the duke to Frank.  ’I shall be having a few friends there in the autumn.  Let me see; I declare, I have not seen you since you were good enough to come to my collection.  Ha! ha! ha!  It wasn’t bad fun, was it?’ Frank was not very cordial with his answer.  He had not quite reconciled himself to the difference of his position.  When he was treated as one of the ‘collection’ at Gatherum Castle, he had not married money.