CHAPTER III
The Marriage Journey
Wu Li Chang enjoyed his wedding very much.
He enjoyed all of it (except the enforced parting
with his young wife)—the wonderful journey to Peichihli,
brightened by anticipation; the more wonderful return
journey, not a little dulled by homesickness for his
bride and by the near-drawing of his voyage to England;
the six weeks' stay in the palace of the Lis; and
most of all—decidedly most of all—his wife.
He would have been ingratitude itself if he had not enjoyed his visit at his father-in-law's. Never went marriage bells more happily. Never was bridegroom more warmly welcomed or more kindly entertained. The wedding ceremonies interested him intensely; they went without a hitch, and never in China was bridal more gorgeous. The honeymoon was best of all—if only it might have been longer!—and had but one jar. (Most honeymoons—at least in Europe—have more.) The one in Wu Li Chang's and Wu Lu's honeymoon was acute and plaintive: it was the day that his wife had the colic and wailed bitterly. Wu Li Chang had colic too—in sympathy, the women said, but James Muir suspected an over-feed of stolen bride-cake, gray and soggy, stuffed with sugared pork fat and roasted almonds. Probably the women were right, for Wu Li Chang was not a gluttonous boy, and he had eaten sugared pork fat with impunity all his life; but, caused no matter by
