and the
organ was
showing
preliminary
symptoms
of
breaking
out into
the
Mendelssohn
March,
without
which no
newly-wedded
couple had
ever
emerged
upon New
York.
“Your arm
– I Say,
Give Her
Your Arm
!” young
Newland
nervously
hissed;
and once
more
Archer
became
aware of
having
been
adrift far
off in the
unknown.
What was
it that
had sent
him there,
he
wondered?
Perhaps
the
glimpse,
among the
anonymous
spectators
in the
