About three o'clock
`` When you will , my lord , '' she said . `` I have no wishes that are not your own . '' It was a little past noon of the same day , with none to see save Sandy Carmichael , Dame Dickenson , and Uncle Ben , that Father Pierre , from the Cairn Mills , made Marian and myself one in a marriage such as the gods intended when the world was young and the age of gold . About three o'clock Sandy left us , going on horse to join his party , which was to lay by for him at Landgore . Marian and I walked with him far beyond the sea light , he leading his horse and telling us that it was but the strong remembrance that he had a wife at home which prevented his carrying her away with him . He had great joy in my happiness , and his strong laugh rolled round and round in echoes among the rocks as we went along together . Before we parted his mood changed a bit , and he turned suddenly and laid his arm across my shoulder .