Chapter 18 WEDDED

'My wife, my life. O we will walk this world

Yoked, in all exercise of noble end,

. . . . Indeed I love thee, come

Yield thyself up: my hopes and thine are one.'-Tennyson.

It was after dinner, wandering arm-in-arm through the dusky garden, that Philip told me the whole story. It appeared that a young cousin of his whom he had promised a