for he had all the appropriate wedding-day jokes at his command. And the women, he observed, could never do anything but put finger in eye at a wedding. Even Mrs Poyser could not trust herself to speak as the neighbours shook hands with her; and Lisbeth began to cry in the face of the very first person who told her she was getting young again.
Mr Joshua Rann, having a slight touch of rheumatism, did not join in the ringing of the bells this morning, and, looking on with some contempt at these informal greetings which required no official co-operation from the clerk, began to hum in his musical bass, "what a joyful thing it is," by way of preluding a little to the effect he intended to produce in the wedding psalm next Sunday.
"That's a bit of good news to cheer Arthur," said Mr Irwine to his mother, as they drove off. "I shall write to him the first thing when we get home."
