morrow’s pleasures were not to be enjoyed by them wholly by proxy, for if there was to be only wedding enough for one pair, at least the remains of the feast would go round handsomely.  Two or three black faces were seen among the English ones, but though they were owned by Mr. Archdale, the disgrace and the badge of servitude had fallen upon them lightly, and the shining of merry eyes and the gleam of white teeth relieved a darkness that nature, and not despair, had made.  In New England, masters were always finding reasons why their slaves should be manumitted.  How could slavery flourish in a land where the wind of freedom was so strong that it could blow a whole cargo of tea into the ocean?

But there were not only servants going back and forth through the house, for it was full of guests.  The Colonel’s family living so near, would not come until the morning of the ceremony, but other relatives were there in force.  Mrs. Archdale’s brother,—­a little patronizing but very rich and gracious, and his family who having been well patronized, were disposed to be humble and admiring, and her sister who not having fed on the roses of life, had a good deal of wholesome strength about her, together with a touch of something which, if it were wholesome, was not exactly grateful.  Cousins of Mr. Archdale were there also.  Elizabeth Royal, at Katie’s special request, had been her guest for the last ten days.  Her father had gone home again the day he brought her and was unable to return for the wedding and to take his daughter home afterward, as he had intended; but he had sent Mrs. Eveleigh, his cousin and housekeeper.  It seemed strange that the father and daughter were so companionable, for superficially they were entirely unlike.  Mr. Royal was considered stern and shrewd, and, though a well-read man, eminently practical, more inclined to business than scholarship, while Elizabeth was dreamy, generous, wholly unacquainted with business of any kind, and it seemed too much uninterested in it ever to be acquainted.  To most people the affection between them seemed only that of nature and circumstances, Elizabeth being an only child, and her mother having died while she was very young.  It is the last analysis of character that discovers the same trait under different forms.  None of her friends carried analysis so far, and it was possible that no effort could have discovered subtle likeness then.  Perhaps it was still latent and would only hereafter find some outward expression for itself.  It sometimes happens that physical likeness comes out only after death, mental not until late in life, and likeness of character in the midst of unlikeness is revealed usually only in the crucible of events.