"It shows me what we have irreparably lost." And he gave her his arm and, passed down the lane of admiring and affectionate guests to their part of the house; and at the door of the boudoir he left her without a word.
So, with the bride in lonely anguish in the great state bed, the night of the home-coming passed, and the morrow dawned.
For thus the God of Pride makes fools of his worshipers.
* * * * * It poured with rain the next day, but the same kind of thing went on for the different grades of those who lived under the wing of the Tancred name, and neither bride nor bridegroom failed in their roles, and the icy coldness between them increased.

They had drawn upon themselves an atmosphere of absolute restraint and it seemed impossible to exchange even ordinary conversation; so that at this, their second dinner, they hardly even kept up a semblance before the household servants, and, being free from feasting, Zara retired almost immediately the coffee had come.

One of the things Tristram had said to her before she left the room was: "To-morrow if it is fine you had better see the gardens and really go over the house, if you wish.

The housekeeper and the gardeners will think it odd if you don't! How awful it is to have to conform to convention!" he went on.

"It would be good to be a savage again.