Yellow celandines showed out from the hedge-bottoms, and in the cottage gardens of Willey Green, currant-bushes were breaking into leaf, and little flowers were coming white on the grey alyssum that hung over the stone walls.
Turning, they passed down the high-road, that went between high banks towards the church.

There, in the lowest bend of the road, low under the trees, stood a little group of expectant people, waiting to see the wedding.

The daughter of the chief mine-owner of the district, Thomas Crich, was getting married to a naval officer.
'Let us go back,' said Gudrun, swerving away.

'There are all those people.' And she hung wavering in the road.
'Never mind them,' said Ursula, 'they're all right.

They all know me, they don't matter.' 'But must we go through them ?' asked Gudrun.
'They're quite all right, really,' said Ursula, going forward.