`That\'sdoneit！\'shesaid。
Sheputherhandonthearmofhercare—worn，sallowfather，andfrothingherlightdraperies，proceededovertheeternalredcarpet。Herfather，muteandyellowish，hisblackbeardmakinghimlookmorecareworn，mountedthestepsstiffly，asifhisspiritwereabsent;butthelaughingmistofthebridewentalongwithhimundiminished。
Andnobridegroomhadarrived！Itwasintolerableforher。Ursula，herheartstrainedwithanxiety，waswatchingthehillbeyond;thewhite，descendingroad，thatshouldgivesightofhim。Therewasacarriage。Itwasrunning。
Ithadjustcomeintosight。Yes，itwashe。Ursulaturnedtowardsthebrideandthepeople，and，fromherplaceofvantage，gaveaninarticulatecry。Shewantedtowarnthemthathewascoming。Buthercrywasinarticulateandinaudible，andsheflusheddeeply，betweenherdesireandherwincingconfusion。
Thecarriagerattleddownthehill，anddrewnear。Therewasashoutfromthepeople。Thebride，whohadjustreachedthetopofthesteps，turnedroundgailytoseewhatwasthecommotion。Shesawaconfusionamongthepeople，acabpullingup，andherloverdroppingoutofthecarriage，anddodgingamongthehorsesandintothecrowd。