Archer roused himself with a start. Lion my dear daughter whenever you feel overwhelmed remember whose daughter you are poster.  A long time had apparently passed since his heart had stopped beating, for the white and rosy procession was in fact half way up the nave, the Bishop, the Rector and two white-winged assistants were hovering about the flower-banked altar, and the first chords of the Spohr symphony were strewing their flower-like notes before the bride.

Lion my dear daughter whenever you feel overwhelmed remember whose daughter you are poster

Archer opened his eyes (but could they really have been shut, as he imagined?), and felt his heart beginning to resume its usual task. The music, the scent of the lilies on the altar, the vision of the cloud of tulle and orange-blossoms floating nearer and nearer, the sight of Mrs. Archer’s face suddenly convulsed with happy sobs, the low benedictory murmur of the Rector’s voice, the ordered evolutions of the eight pink bridesmaids and the eight black ushers: all these sights, sounds and sensations, so familiar in themselves, so unutterably strange and meaningless in his new relation to them, were confusedly mingled in his brain. Lion my dear daughter whenever you feel overwhelmed remember whose daughter you are poster.  “My God,” he thought, “HAVE I got the ring?”–and once more he went through the bridegroom’s convulsive gesture. Then, in a moment, May was beside him, such radiance streaming from her that it sent a faint warmth through his numbness, and he straightened himself and smiled into her eyes.

How to buy it?

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here,” the Rector began . . . The ring was on her hand, the Bishop’s benediction had been given, the bridesmaids were a-poise to resume their place in the And now he and his wife were pacing slowly down the nave, carried forward on the light Mendelssohn ripples, the spring day beckoning to them through widely opened doors, and Mrs. Welland’s chestnuts, with big white favours on their frontlets, curvetting and showing off at the far end of the canvas tunnel.