His thoughts appeared to run in a new channel, and one, strange to say, widely diverted from his bride and from that which he had just done.

For he did not look her way, or, for a time, speak to her.

He stood once to snuff a candle, doing it with an absent face: and once to look, but still absently, and as if he read no word of it, at the marriage writing which lay, the ink still wet, upon the table.

After each of these interruptions he resumed his steady pacing to and fro, to and fro, nor did his eye wander once in the direction of her chair.
And she waited.

The conflict of emotions, the strife between hope and fear, the final defeat had stunned her; had left her exhausted, almost apathetic.