"Did he approve of a 'pink' wedding so soon after the bride's confirmation ?" The Bishop saw no harm in it.
So a "pink" wedding it was, and the scarlet coats made a lively patch of colour in the gray churchyard: but it gave Taffy a feeling that he was left out in the cold.

He escorted his mother to the church, and left her for a few minutes in the Vicarage pew.

The bridegroom and his friends were gathered in a showy cluster by the chancel step, but the bride had not arrived, and he stepped out to help in marshalling the crowd of miners and mine-girls, fishermen, and mothers with unruly children--a hundred or so in all, lining the path or straggling among the graves.
Close by the gate he came on a girl who stood alone.
"Hullo, Lizzie--you here ?" "Why not ?" she asked, looking at him sullenly.
"Oh, no reason at all." "There might ha' been a reason," said she, speaking low and hurriedly.

"You might ha' saved me from this, Mr.Raymond; and her too; one time, you might." "Why, what on earth is the matter ?" He looked up.

The Tredinnis carriage and pair of grays came over the knoll at a smart trot, and drew up before the gate.
"Matter ?" Lizzie echoed with a short laugh.