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`` That distinction , '' she said , `` ought to be reserved for the bride ; '' and among the maids in pink and blue and primrose , she stood a very lily of womanhood . Her diaphanous , floating robe of Dacca muslin ; her Indian veil of silver tissue , filmy as light ; her gleaming pearls and feathery fan , made her `` A sight to dream of , not to tell . '' The service was followed by the conventional wedding-breakfast ; the congratulations of friends , and the rattling away of the bridal-carriage to the `` hurrahing '' of the servants and the villagers ; and the _ tin-tin-tabula _ of the wedding-peals . Before four o'clock the last guest had departed , and the squire stood with his wife and Charlotte weary and disconsolate amid the remains of the feast and the dying flowers ; all of them distinctly sensitive to that mournful air which accomplished pleasures leave behind them . The squire could say nothing to dispel it . He took his rod as an excuse for solitude , and went off to the fells . Mrs. Sandal was crying with exhaustion , and was easily persuaded to go to her room , and sleep .