standing, in various gnarled attitudes,
our old acquaintance, grandfathers James and William, the tranter, Mr.
Penny, two or three children, including Jimmy and Charley, besides three
or four country ladies and gentlemen from a greater distance who do not
require any distinction by name. Geoffrey was seen and heard stamping
about the outhouse and among the bushes of the garden, attending to
details of daily routine before the proper time arrived for their
performance, in order that they might be off his hands for the day. He
appeared with his shirt-sleeves rolled up; his best new nether garments,
in which he had arrayed himself that morning, being temporarily disguised
under a weekday apron whilst these proceedings were in operation. He
occasionally glanced at the hives in passing, to see if his wife's bees
were swarming, ultimately rolling down his shirt-sleeves and going
indoors, talking to tranter Dewy whilst buttoning the wristbands, to save
time; next going upstairs for his best waistcoat, and coming down again
to make another remark whilst buttoning that, during the time looking
fixedly in the tranter's face as if he were a looking-glass.

The furniture had undergone attenuation to an alarming extent, every
duplicate piece having been removed, including the clock by Thomas Wood;
Ezekiel Saunders being at last left sole referee in matters of time.

Fancy was stationary upstairs, receiving her layers of clothes and
adornments, and answering by short fragments of laughter which had more
fidgetiness than mirth in them, remarks that were made from time to time
by Mrs. Dewy and Mrs. Penny, who were assisting her at the toilet, Mrs.
Day having pleaded a queerness in her head as a reason for shutting
herself up in an inner bedroom for the whole morning. Mrs. Penny
appeared with nine corkscrew curls on each side of her temples, and a
back comb stuck upon her crown like a castle on a steep.

The conversation just now going on was concerning the banns, the last
publication of which had been on the Sunday previous.

"And how did they sound?" Fancy subtly inquired.

"Very beautiful indeed," said Mrs. Penny. "I never heard any sound
better."

"But how?"

"O, so natural and elegant, didn't they, Reuben!" she cried, through the
chinks of the unceiled floor, to the tranter downstairs.

"What's that?" said the tranter, looking up inquiringly at the floor
above him for an answer.

"Didn't Dick and Fancy sound well whe