"Now, Deacon, don't be all night!" Nothing else?
Yet, if she shut her eyes, Marcella could perfectly recall the diamonds on the neck and arms of that white figure of her childhood--could see herself as a baby playing with the treasures of her mother's jewel-box.
Nowadays, Mrs.Boyce was very secretive and reserved about her personal possessions.

Marcella never went into her room unless she was asked, and would never have thought of treating it or its contents with any freedom.
The mean chain which went so ill with the costly hoarded dress--it recalled to Marcella all the inexorable silent miseries of her mother's past life, and all the sordid disadvantages and troubles of her own youth.

She followed Mrs.Boyce out to the carriage in silence--once more in a tumult of sore pride and doubtful feeling.
* * * * * Four weeks to her wedding-day! The words dinned in her ears as they drove along.

Yet they sounded strange to her, incredible almost.

How much did she know of Aldous, of her life that was to be--above all, how much of herself?
She was not happy--had not been happy or at ease for many days.