lionaire, too.
It seemed that cousins of his in the West somewhere were acquaintances
of hers, and had told her how immensely he had been sought out and
flattered in San Francisco and other places, since he'd become rich. He
hated it so much that he'd gone abroad and stopped a long time
wandering about in strange Eastern countries making friends with
Bedouins and people like that, who love horses better than money, and
on account of certain experiences with women, he'd got almost a morbid
horror of falling in love with some girl who would only pretend to like
him, while in reality, all she cared about was his money. Nobody in
Mrs. Ess Kay's set knew Jameson B. Harborough, though everybody would
like to, so it was a blow to others beside Mohunsleigh and me that he
couldn't or wouldn't show himself at Newport for the wedding.

With the exception of this one hitch, nothing went wrong so far as the
wedding party was concerned, but with me things began to go very wrong
several days before Caro and Mohunsleigh were married. There was a fuss
of some sort between Sally and Mrs. Ess Kay, and Sally came to me, very
much upset, to say that she would have to leave The Moorings
immediately, she couldn't stand it twenty-four hours longer, even for
my sake. She had promised to visit a friend in Chicago, sooner or
later, so she would go straight to her, and if anything too tiresome
should happen before I was ready to sail for home, I had better run out
there;--the friend would be delighted to have me. Sally gave me the
address, and I told her I would write often, but of course I didn't
dream of having to accept her invitation. I missed her badly, but not
as much as if the wedding had not been so near.

Poor old Mohunsleigh--who knows more about the manners of polar bears
than etiquette in American society,--was coached by Potter; and the
night before the wedding rehearsal reluctantly gave an elaborate dinner
to his best man, (an officer in Stan's regiment who happened to turn
up) and the six ushers. The same day Carolyn had her Matron of Honour
and the bridesmaids to lunch, and we did have fun talking over things.
I should have thought a luncheon with all girls and no men might have
been a little tame, and perhaps it would in England, but in America
girls are not at all shy. They say just as funny things as men, and
take the most beautiful pains to amuse each other, so that it's
impossible to be bored, and for hours on end you forget