The smile encouraged him, and he raised her hand to his lips.
Ah, if it were not for those gloves! Why did he not say something?
She was positive that he had them.

To smile and laugh and talk; to face the altar, knowing that he possessed those hateful gloves! To pretend to deceive when she knew that he was not deceived! It was maddening.
It was not possible that Warrington had the gloves; he would never have kept them all this while.

What meant this man at her side?
What was he going to do?
She recollected a play in which there was a pair of gloves.

The man had thrown them at the woman's feet, and, at the very altar, turned and left her.

But she knew that men did not do such things in life.