It was to be a quiet ceremony in the early morning, for neither she nor Hill desired any unnecessary parade.

When she descended the stairs with Adela, Jack was the only person awaiting her in the hall.
He looked at her searchingly as she came down to him, then without a word he took her in his arms and kissed her white face.

She saw that he was moved, and wondered within herself at her own utter lack of emotion.

Ever since she had lain against Bill Warden's breast, the wild sweet rapture of his hold had seemed to paralyze in her all other feeling.

She knew only the longing for his presence, the utter emptiness of a world that held him not.
She drove to the church with her hand in Jack's, Adela talking incessantly the whole way while they two sat in silence.