When Wil came to, he was lying on the front pew with his head in Mavis's lap. She was stroking his hair. He realized what must have happened, and tried to sit up. "I'm sorry, dear."
She pushed him back down rather effortlessly. "No, you're not gettin' up yet, Wil. You've got to rest and make sure you're all right!"
He relaxed into her lap again. Her hand stroking his forehead felt very nice. He couldn't see or hear anyone else in the chapel. "Where is everyone?"
"After Mr. Lucas an' me put you 'ere on the bench, he and Captain Peacock brought everyone else out. I think they've sent 'em straight up to the house for the reception."
"Oughtn't we to head up there as well?"
"No, we've got to 'have our photos took first. Look, 'ere's the photographer."
Mr. Maxwell sauntered into the chapel. "Hello, you two!" he greeted cheerfully. "No, don't get up, Mr. Humphries. That's a priceless shot right there!"
Maxwell took a few shots of Wil lying on the pew with Mavis stroking his head and gazing down lovingly into his face, then several of them standing together in front of the altar, one of their hands with their new wedding rings, and one of them kissing.
"There, that'll do for now!" He finished up, putting the equipment into his camera bag. "I'll see you up to the Manor, then." He left.
Wil offered his arm to his new bride. "Shall we?"
She took it and they started walking from the chapel up to the house. "They've built a dance floor on the lawn. Didn't know there'd be dancin'."
Wil nodded. "I'm looking forward to it! Do you know, all the things we've done together—baking, cleaning, chasing sheep, sleeping, cricket, darts—and we've never danced together!"
Mavis ducked her head. "I don't know 'ow to dance, on account of I've never done it before."
Wil patted her hand where it rested in the crook of his elbow. "Don't worry, love. I'm a very good dancer and a strong leader. You shan't have any trouble."
Sure enough, with Wil's strong lead and her own natural grace, Mavis was soon able to keep up with him quite well, even the more intricate steps and flourishes. She was having a wonderful time, and so was he.
"I'm so glad we did this," he said. "Got married, I mean. Even if I fainted afterwards. If we hadn't, we would have missed this wonderful party!"
They stayed and danced until the party wound down. All the gentlemen wanted a dance with the bride, and Wil was only too happy to dance with the ladies... and with Mr. Lucas, who jokingly cut in on one of his dances with Mavis and then chose to dance with the groom instead of the bride!
Mavis let them dance for a few measures, and then cut back in to dance with her husband again. "You had your chance!" she called to Lucas over her shoulder. "He's mine now!"
Lucas laughed and conceded the point (and the groom), and walked away shaking his head. He'd been doing that a lot since he found out about their little romance.