Hear the mellow wedding-bells-Golden bells! What a world of happinessTheir melody foretells!' 'Hark! there's the wedding-march.' 'Here they come!' 'Looks as white as a corpse, doesn't she?' 'Oh, no; as beautiful as a dream, to my notion. Pallor is becoming in brides, you know.' 'He's a silly old dotard, though, not to know that she's taking him for his money.' 'Of course he knows it. I dare say the old gray-beard is glad he had money enough to buy so much youth and loveliness.' 'What a splendid