He had scarcely realized how pretty Rose was under the dark-blue mist of her veil.

He placed a chair for her, and began talking about the journey and the weather while Sylvia got supper.

Henry was reading the local paper.
Rose's eyes kept wandering to that.

Suddenly she sprang to her feet, was across the room in a white swirl, and snatched the paper from Henry's hands.
"What is this, oh, what is this ?" she cried out.
She had read before Horace could stop her.

She turned upon him, then upon Henry.