Its joyous tinkling calls us
to the dining car, and we march in procession toward the place of
sacrifice.
Ephrinell and Miss Bluett are already seated at the little table in
front of the worthy clergyman, and we take our places around them.
On the platforms are grouped the spectators, anxious to lose nothing of
the nuptial ceremony.
My lord Faruskiar and Ghangir, who had been the object of a personal
invitation, had just arrived. The assembly respectfully rises to
receive them. They will sign the deed of marriage. It is a great honor,
and if it were my marriage I should be proud to see the illustrious
name of Faruskiar figure among the signatures to the deed.
The ceremony begins, and this time the Reverend Nathaniel Morse was
able to finish his speech, so regrettably interrupted on the former
occasion.
The young people rise, mud the clergyman asks them if they are mutually
agreed as to marriage.
Before replying, Miss Bluett turns to Ephrinell, and says:
"It is understood that Holmes-Holme will have twenty-five per cent. of
the profits of our partnership."
"Fifteen," said Ephrinell, "only fifteen."
"That is not fair, for I agree to thirty per cent, from Strong, Bulbul
& Co.
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