Oh, meant for mourning perhaps.

How wonderfully silent Giles is! How quiet they both are!" This observation he made to himself several times during the evening, catching the words of one and the other whatever part of the room he was in, almost as distinctly as they did themselves; but he only looked once at Dorothea, when something made him feel or think that she had drawn her glove off.

His eyes wandered then to her hand.

Yes, it was so--there was the wedding ring.
With what difficulty, with what disgrace he had contrived to escape from marrying this young woman! His eyes 'wandered round the room.

Just so she would have looked, and every one else would have looked, if this wedding dinner had been made for _his_ bride, but he would not have been sitting up in the corner with three girls about him, laughing and making laugh.