But the couple faced the room, Trina throwing back her veil.

She--perhaps McTeague as well--felt that there was a certain inadequateness about the ceremony.

Was that all there was to it?
Did just those few muttered phrases make them man and wife?
It had been over in a few moments, but it had bound them for life.

Had not something been left out?
Was not the whole affair cursory, superficial?
It was disappointing.
But Trina had no time to dwell upon this.

Marcus Schouler, in the manner of a man of the world, who knew how to act in every situation, stepped forward and, even before Mr.or Mrs.Sieppe, took Trina's hand.
"Let me be the first to congratulate Mrs.McTeague," he said, feeling very noble and heroic.