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It was late afternoon in the same day, a bright, sunny golden afternoon, more like a warm May day than a day in March.
The bride and bridegroom, each feeling more than a little shy, had enjoyed their late luncheon, the first they had ever taken alone together. And Major Guthrie had been perhaps rather absurdly touched to learn, from a word dropped by Howse, that the new mistress had herself carefully arranged that this first meal should consist of dishes which Howse had told her his master particularly liked. And as they sat there, side by side, in their pleasant dining-room -- for he had not cared to take the head of the table -- the bridegroom hoped his bride would never know that since his blindness he had retained very little sense of taste.