"
"Nay, your own daughters, Urania."
"Never mind the little wretches. Their father will provide for them,
and they will marry American settlers in the forests. What should
they do with court jewels? It is his desire. See here, this suit
of pearls is what I wore at my wedding with Amyas's father, I should
like Aurelia to be married in them. Farewell, Harry, you did better
for yourself than if you had taken me. Yet maybe I might been a
better woman---" She stopped short as she looked at his honest face,
and eyes full of tears.
"No, Urania," he said, "man's love could not have done for you what
only another Love can do. May you yet find that and true Life."
The sisters were not married at the same time. Neither Mr. Belamour
nor his Elizabeth could endure to make part of the public pageant
that it was thought well should mark the _real_ wedding at Bowstead.
So their banns were put up at St. Clement Danes, and one quiet
morning they slipped out, with no witnesses but the Major, Aurelia,
and Eugene, and were wedded there in the most unobtrusive manner.
As to the great marriage, a month later at Bowstead, there was a
certain bookseller named Richardson, who by favour of Hargrave got
a view of it, and who is thought there to have obtained some ideas
for the culminating wedding of his great novel.
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