Luke's, who was to marry him. There followed a hazy
impression of a descent of the staircase, of coming from a detour
through the library out into the full lights and of standing
interminably facing a large gathering of people, the only face at which
he could venture to glance that of Judge Calvin. Gray, standing
dignified and stately beside another figure of equal dignity and
stateliness--probably that of Mr. Matthew Kendrick. Then, at last--there
was Roberta, coming toward him down a silken lane, her eyes fixed on
his--such eyes, in such a face! He fixed his own gaze upon it, and held
it--and forgot everything else, as he had hoped he should. Then there
were the grave words of the clergyman, and his own voice responding--and
sounding curiously unlike his own, of course, as the voice of the
bridegroom has sounded in his own ears since time began. Then
Roberta's--how clearly she spoke, bless her! Then, before he knew it, it
was done, and he and she were rising from their knees, and there were
smiles and pleasant murmurings all about them--and little Ruth was
sobbing softly with her cheek against his!
It was here that he became conscious again of the family--Roberta's
family, and of what it meant to have such people as these welcome him
into their circle.
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