If it did, Ashley has no particular inclination to talk about it. 

He seems to want to keep talking to Lindsay about poetry. 

Lindsay's happy to keep talking to him about poetry. 

In fact, it might be a little bit difficult to get him to stop. 

Ashley seems absolutely fascinated by Lindsay's poetry opinions and will continue to listen to them long past the proper amount of time to spend with one's fiance, until Lindsay's mother is politely hinting about how Lindsay needs to practice his pianoforte. 

He's visibly reluctant to leave, but eventually he'll admit that he does need to practice. 

Ashley kisses him on the forehead when he's about to leave and says, "Good boy. I like hearing you talk."

He ducks his head and murmurs "Thank you, sir," and the smile stays on his face for what would be an embarrassingly long time, if anyone were there to see it. 

When he gets to his desk, there's a note from Leo that just says:

SEND ME A LETTER TELLING ME HOW IT WENT!

My dearest, Leo,

He argues with me about poetry! He likes arguing with me about poetry! He's beautiful and intelligent and he likes hearing my thoughts about poetry and he says I can invite as many friends as I want — don't feel obliged to tell the Society, I can tell them myself — and it went wonderfully. 

Ever yours, 

Your Lindsay

My dearest, Lindsay,

I am very happy for you and also terribly jealous. Do you think anyone would object if during your wedding I replaced one of the participants?

Stephen will be heartbroken. I caught him drawing sketches of mask designs. 

Forever yours, 

Your Leo

My dearest, Leo, 

I cannot advise it; while I certainly would not, I imagine that my family and yours and that of Captain Burton would have strenuous objections indeed! Tell Stephen he is welcome to wear a mask in any case should he choose, so long as there remains no storming. 

Yours forever,

Your Lindsay

Five days pass. 

Ashley calls on Lindsay every morning and stays past when he ought to leave. He's interested in Lindsay's thoughts on poetry and languages. He tells stories of his adventures at sea, mostly the light-hearted and funny ones; it's not too obvious that he's censoring them for a submissive audience. Ashley has been to a mind-boggling array of countries and he has interesting observations about all of them. 

If he's a molly, he doesn't give any sign of it.

Leo is very happy for Lindsay and also very very concerned that he's going to be replaced by Lindsay's new husband. 

Lindsay speaks to Ashley about poetry and literature and languages every morning and writes to Leo every afternoon and every evening; he includes Ashley's stories in his letters, but takes care not to make them the whole of the content, asks carefully-phrased questions about Leo's essays and Society members that Leo has more contact with than he does. 

He is very conscious of the fact that Ashley is charming, and Ashley is specifically being charming to him. He's still charmed. 

The day of the wedding is a relief when it arrives. 

Lindsay's childhood toys are sacrificed to the household gods and to Venus and to Fortune. 

A goat is slaughtered, and the auspices for the marriage are taken. They're favorable. 

Lindsay is dressed in his bridal gown.

He keeps his very earliest attempts at poetry to sacrifice to Bacchus that night. Leo can't be there then, but he'll manage. 

He lets himself be dressed. He knows, objectively, that the gown is beautiful, that he is beautiful. He smiles very prettily and does his very best to hide how nervous he is. 

Lindsay's siblings and his parents and Leo are there to hug him goodbye.

Leo whispers in his ear, "I love you, you're mine, good boy."

"Yours, always," he whispers, and his smile is more genuine than it was. 

The door opens. 

Ashley's there, smiling that too-many-teeth smile. The guests are behind him, watching. He grabs Lindsay's wrists hard enough to hurt and there's a movement that's too fast to follow and he's thrown Lindsay up against the wall.

He goes soft and sweet, lets his eyes close and his head fall forward. (Good boy, good boy, he's Leo's good boy —) 

Ashley can't read his mind and doesn't know whose good boy Lindsay thinks he is, but he can see Lindsay go soft and sweet. He pins Lindsay to the wall and kisses him.

He's soft and pliant and (good boy Leo's good boy) willing under Ashley's mouth. 

Then Ashley will scoop him up, carry him outside, and put him down for the procession. 

He's still pliant but he's more deliberately so, now. His smile is entirely real. 

"Talassio! Talassio!" the assembled guests-- few of whom, other than the Poetry Society members, Lindsay recognizes-- cry. 

They proceed from Lindsay's house to Ashley's, amid cries of "Talassio!" A young boy carries the torch of Ceres in front; Leo, as Lindsay's closest friend, carries the distaff and spindle through the streets; Stephen, who is not wearing any sort of mask, carries the candles and Lindsay's childhood toys. 

The Poetry Society's ritual duty is to sing bawdy songs, a task which Stephen does with great enthusiasm and the rest with varying levels of piety:

Violate me, in the violet time,
In the vilest way that you know!
Desecrate, savage me
Utterly ravage me
On me no mercy bestow.
To the best things in life I am cold and oblivious
Give me a man who is lewd and lascivious, to
Violate me, in the violet time,
In the vilest way that you know!

I'd never go with a man for his money,
Just find me one who will [pause] like a bunny,
Desecrate, savage me
Utterly ravage me
On me no mercy bestow.
To the best things in life I am cold and oblivious
Give me a man who is lewd and lascivious
I'd never go with a man for his money,
Just find me one who will [pause] like a bunny...

He loves them, Lindsay loves them. 

He's glowing; he makes sure that from the outside it looks like he's glowing for Ashley.