The Bragawens went home to Beldover , the wedding party gathered at short land ls the crishes home . It was along low old house a sort of mannor farm. That spread along the top of a slope just beyond the narrow little lake of Willey water. Shortlands looked across a sloping medow that might be a park because of the large solitary trees that stood here and there, across the water of the narrow lake at the wooded hill that successfully hide that colliery valley beyond, but did not quote hide bthe rising smoke . Nevertheless the scene was rural and pictures square , very peaceful and the house had a charm of it on.
It was crowded now with the family and the wedding guests . The father has whose not well , withdraw the chest . Gerald was host. He stood in the homely entrance hall , friendly and easy attending to the man . He seemed to take pleasure and in his social functions he smiled and was abundanment in hospitality.
The woman wondered about in a little confusion. Chased heither and thither by the three daughters marriage of the house. All the while there could be heard the characteristics , imperious voice of one crich women or another calling Helen came here a minute majority I want you here. Oh I says. Mrs . Whithm . There was a great rustling of skirt , swift glimpses of smartly dressed a woman and child danced through the hall and back again a maid servant came and went hurriedly.
Meanwhile the man stood in calm little groups chatting , smoking, pretending to pay not heed to the rustling animation of the women world. But they could not really talk because of the glassy ravel of women's excited could laughter and running voices . They waited , uneasy suspended, rather boared . But Gerald remained as if genial and happy, unaware that he was waiting or unoccupied knowing himself the very pivot the occasion.