What was there for her to say?
Rachel had passed beyond her guardianship.

A voice might reach her ears, but never again would it carry as far as it had carried twenty-four hours ago.

Nevertheless, speech seemed to be due from her before she went to bed.

She wished to speak, but she felt strangely old and depressed.
"D'you realise what you're doing ?" she demanded.

"She's young, you're both young; and marriage--" Here she ceased.