When the wedding took place, some three weeks later, St. Peter’s was crowded with a perfect mob of smart people.  The service was read in the most impressive manner by the Dean of Chichester, and everybody agreed that they had never seen a handsomer couple than the bride and bridegroom.  They were more than handsome, however—they were happy.  Never for a single moment did Lord Arthur regret all that he had suffered for Sybil’s sake, while she, on her side, gave him the best things a woman can give to any man—worship, tenderness, and love.  For them romance was not killed by reality.  They always felt young.