And as pretty Peggy Blackton never seemed quite so happy as when listening to her husband, he was forced to content himself by looking at Joanne most of the time, without once receiving her smile.
The sun was just falling behind the western mountains when Peggy and Joanne, hurried most incontinently by Blackton, who had looked at his watch, left the table to prepare themselves for the big event of the evening.
"I want to get you there before dusk," he explained.

"So please hurry!" They were back in five minutes.

Joanne had slipped on a long gray coat, and with a veil that trailed a yard down her back she had covered her head.
Not a curl or a tress of her hair had she left out of its filmy prison, and there was a mischievous gleam of triumph in her eyes when she looked at Aldous.
A moment later, when they went ahead of Blackton and his wife to where the buckboard was waiting for them, he said: "You put on that veil to punish me, Ladygray ?" "It is a pretty veil," said she.
"But your hair is prettier," said he.
"And you embarrassed me very much by staring as you did, John Aldous!" "Forgive me.

It is--I mean you are--so beautiful." "And you are sometimes--most displeasing," said she.

"Your ingenuousness, John Aldous, is shocking!" "Forgive me," he said again.
"And you have known me but two days," she added.
"Two days--is a long time," he argued.