SAINT SAVIOUR'S CHURCH was by many sizes too large for the party -- a modern edifice in the Gothic taste, carried out in pink brick with white facings. It was large and smelt of damp. The bridegroom wore his overcoat throughout the ceremony. It was distinctly high, and Mrs. James's hands were many times up, and her eyes all about for witness of the "frippery" they beheld. Stations of the Cross were affixed to the pillars of the nave, lamps twinkled in the sanctuary; dimly in an aisle she made out the plaster effigy of a beardless young man in the Capuchin habit, pink cheeks, and a fringe, who carried lilies in a sheaf. "The hermaphrodite," Mrs. James did not scruple to call him for his pains. "Can we not have some of these things taken out?" she had asked her lord; but the Rector was precise that they must have a faculty, and that they were ten minutes late as it was. He was to officiate, that was one comfort; but it diminished the bridegroom's party by one.
That occupied, barely, the front pew on the right; the bride's company that of the left. Mrs. James,