CHAPTER VI
AN AMAZING MARRIAGE
'The Boy is going to be married to-morrow morning at eleven o'clock, and he wants you to go to the church,' the Major blurted out, turning and facing me suddenly, squaring himself with a half-defiant, half-apologetic sort of air, as if he guessed something of the storm his words would rouse.
We had left the carriages, and were strolling along in advance of the others, and nothing could have been more peaceful and amicable than we were just then, gazing at the sunset. His words fell like a thunderclap, and I stopped dumfounded and gazed at him. Though I knew that Boy had got it seriously, I had never really faced such an awful actuality as this.
For the moment I could find no words adequate to the occasion. I simply stood still and gazed at Major Street, and I noticed that he seemed to kind of squirm and wince. I have been told that I've got an expressive face, and if it expressed a half of what I felt just then, well, I guess it said lots. I was right down furious, and there being no
