For a long time they tried to set him right and made him begin again--because he kept taking Kitty by the wrong arm or with the wrong arm--till he understood at last that what he had to do was, without changing his position, to take her right hand in his right hand.

When at last he had taken the bride's hand in the correct way, the priest walked a few paces in front of them and stopped at the lectern.

The crowd of friends and relations moved after them, with a buzz of talk and a rustle of skirts.