We were very quiet at the Abbey. A fortnight earlier Uncle Luke and my
godmother had been married, and were now spending a quiet honeymoon at
Killarney. They were going to live at Castle Clody when they returned;
and there was a great ado making preparations for them, and every day I
was over there, sometimes with my grandmother, to see that things were
going on as they should.
By this time, long before this indeed, my grandparents knew all about
Anthony, and were reconciled to the idea of my marrying a Cardew.
Indeed, there had never been anything against my Anthony, for he was one
of those whom everybody loved and admired. But the shadowy barrier was
down, and they had rejoiced that I was to marry the man who had been
instrumental in bringing Luke home after all those years. My grandmother
said even that she was glad there had been no attachment of the sort
between me and Theobald, since she had no liking for a marriage of first
cousins.
By this time also we had Miss Travers' portrait, and she and Theobald
were engaged. She was a very sweet-looking girl, and so much prettier
than I, having delicate little features and beautiful brown eyes and red
lips, that I was not surprised Theobald had forgotten his old fancy for
me.
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