Chapter TwelveThe chapel was crowded for my first wedding, which went off splendidly up to a point. All was exactly as I had imagined. The pews were packed with people, with one side filled with the scarlet and gold of the Volunteers, mainly officers of course but a few of the more respectable sergeants and what-nots, with a brace of stalwart privates standing sentinel at the door. There was even a scattering of officer's wives, in gowns that would have cost as much to buy as the Horse Head, and faces that refused to smile or even acknowledge the existence of those on the other side of the central aisle. I paid particular attention to these wives of course, for in a very few moments I would be of their ilk, and I smiled to them from my position at the altar. A few nearly thought about retu
