EPILOGUE.
Our finest hope is finest memory;
And those who love in age think youth is happy,
Because it has a life to fill with love.
The very next May, Felix and Esther were married. Every one in those days was married at the parish church; but Mr Lyon was not satisfied without an additional private solemnity, "wherein there was no bondage to questionable forms, so that he might have a more enlarged utterance of joy and supplication."
It was a very simple wedding; but no wedding, even the gayest, ever raised so much interest and debate in Treby Magna. Even very great people, like Sir Maximus and his family, went to the church to look at this bride, who had renounced wealth, and chosen to be the wife of a man who said he would always be poor.
Some few shook their heads; could not quite believe it; and thought there was "more behind."
