It was a bare building in the heart of the town, but its bareness did not convey any chill to her.

She was already too numbly cold for that.
She went up the aisle between Jack and Adela, because the latter good-naturedly remarked that she might as well have as much support as she could get.

But before they reached the altar-steps Fletcher Hill came to meet them, and Adela dropped behind.
He also looked for a moment closely into Dot's face, then very quietly he took her cold hand from Jack and drew it through his arm.

She glanced at him with a momentary nervousness as Jack also fell behind.
Then some unknown force drew her as the magnet draws the needle, and she looked towards the altar.

A man was standing by the steps awaiting her.
She saw the free carriage of the great shoulders, the deep fire of the blue eyes.