We descended to the drawing-room, where Judge Conway and Mr. Hope
awaited us.
Fifteen minutes afterward light steps were heard upon the great
staircase; the old statesman opened the door, and Miss Georgia Conway
entered the apartment, leaning upon the arm of her father.
She was clad in simple white muslin, with a string of pearls in her
dark hair; and I have never seen a more exquisite beauty. Her cheeks
glowed with fresh roses; a charming smile just parted her lips; and her
dark eyes, grand and calm, shone out from the snow-white forehead, from
which her black hair was carried back in midnight ripples, ending in
profuse curls. It was truly a _grande dame_ whom I gazed at on this
night, and, with eyes riveted upon the lovely face, I very nearly lost
sight of Miss Virginia, who followed her sister.
I hastened to offer my arm to the modest little flower, and followed
Judge Conway, who approached the parson, standing, prayer-book in hand,
in the middle of the apartment.
In another instant Mohun was standing beside Miss Georgia, and the
ceremony began.
It was not destined to proceed far.
The clergyman had nearly finished the exhortation with which the "form
for the solemnization of matrimony," commences.
All at I once I was certain that I heard steps on the portico, and in
the hall of the mansion.
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