although she could not promise me at once that ardour of affection
which my present enthusiasm seemed to require, that if a grateful
and submissive wife could satisfy my wishes, I should be possessed
of her entire devotion. But although thus reassured, I could scarcely
divest myself of apprehension, and on the morning of our nuptials,
which took place in the Royal Chapel, in presence of the whole court,
her countenance wore a look of such deadly, such fixed despair, that
the joy even of that happy moment when I was about to receive the
hand of the woman I adored, before the altar of God, was completely
obliterated.

"She had been adorned by the hand of the Queen, by whom she was
fondly beloved, with all the splendour and elegance which could
enrich her lovely figure; and in the foldings of her bridal veil, her
countenance assumed a cast of such angelic beauty, that even Charles,
as he presented me with her hand, paused for a moment in delighted
emotion to gaze upon her. But even thus late as it was, and
embarrassed by the royal presence, I was so pained by her tears that
I could keep silence no longer. 'Theresa,' I whispered to her as we
approached the altar, 'if this marriage be not the result of your own
free will, speak--it is not yet too late. Heed not these
preparations--fear not the King's displeasure, I will take all upon
myself. Speak to me dearest, deal with me sincerely.--Theresa, are
you willing to be mine?' She only replied by bending her knee upon
the gorgeous cushion before her. 'Hush!' said she in a suppressed
tone, 'hush! my lord--let us pray to the Almighty for support,' and
the service instantly began."