Her eyes swerved a little under his level gaze.
"Oh, but I've done nothing--n-nothing," she stammered.

Then, at the light tap of crutches on a bare floor she turned in obvious relief.

"Oh, here's mother.

She's been in visiting with Mrs.Delano, our landlady.
Mother, Mr.Arkwright is here." Meanwhile, speeding north as fast as steam could carry them, were the bride and groom.

The wondrousness of the first hour of their journey side by side had become a joyous certitude that always it was to be like this now.
"Bertram," began the bride, after a long minute of eloquent silence.
"Yes, love." "You know our wedding was very different from most weddings." "Of course it was!" "Yes, but _really_ it was.