You will forget the fright, and remember
only with kindness the Knight Errant who had the good fortune to pull
you through."
She reached up and squeezed his hand, still without looking at him.
"I shall always do that," she said softly.
"Then that's settled," said Rivington in a tone of quiet satisfaction.
XIII
THE KNIGHT ERRANT VICTORIOUS
"On the 21st of June, quite privately, at the Parish Church, Rington,
Hampshire, by the Vicar of the Parish, Cecil Mordaunt Rivington to
Ernestine, fourth daughter of Lady Florence Cardwell."
Cecil Mordaunt Rivington, with his pipe occupying one corner of his
mouth, and the other cocked at a distinctly humorous angle, sat on the
step of the caravan on the evening of the day succeeding that of his
marriage, and read the announcement thereof in the paper which he had
just fetched from the post-office.
There was considerable complacence in his attitude. A cheerful fire of
sticks burned near, over which a tripod supported a black pot.
The sunset light filtered golden through the forest. It was growing
late.
Suddenly he turned and called over his shoulder. "I say, Chirpy!"
Ernestine's voice answered from the further end of the caravan that was
shut off from the rest by curtains.
"I'm just coming. What is it? Is the pot all right?"
"Splendid. Be quick! I've something to show you."
The curtains parted, and Ernestine came daintily forth.
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