But, fortunately for her quaking dignity, his face, with the exception of those menacing eyebrows, and the lashes that shaded his gloomy eyes, was wholly free from hair.
Driving away from the church with its two clanging bells, she made a resolute effort to shake off the scared feeling that had so possessed her when she had stood at the altar with this man.

If she had made a mistake, and even now she was not absolutely certain that she had--it was impossible in that turmoil of conflicting emotions to say--but if she had, it was past remedy, and she must face the consequences without shrinking.

She had a conviction that he would domineer over her without mercy if she displayed any fear.
So, bravely hiding her sinking heart, she laughed and chatted for the benefit of her taciturn bridegroom with the gayest inconsequence during the brief drive to her home.
He scarcely replied.

He seemed to have something on his mind also.

And Nan breathed a little sigh of relief when they reached their destination, and he gravely handed her out.
A litter of telegrams on a table in the old-fashioned hall caught the girl's attention directly she entered.