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There had been a vast throng at the cathedral, but when the service was done, and the organist had played Mendelssohn's "Wedding March" as a tribute to the English bride, and the congregation streamed again through the great western doors, only the very privileged and those who claimed some kinship with Madame Helene were invited to her great house on the Place Kleber.
"It is a family wedding," the old lady had said. "I have known Edmond so long that he is as my own son. Beatrix is more than a daughter to me. I do not want the whole world to see my tears. We will be alone my children -- and I -- when that 'good-bye' is said."