In a few minutes the scented dimness of the church was exchanged for the pale gold of the autumn sunlight, the hush of prayer for the throb of waiting cars.
Later still, when the afternoon was spent, came the last handshakings and kisses.

A rising chorus of good wishes, a dust of confetti, the closing of a door, and then the purr of a car as Penelope and Ralph, were borne away on the first stage of that new, untried life into which they were adventuring together.
Nan's face wore a queer look of strain as she turned back into the house.

Once more the shadow of the future had fallen across her--the shadow of her marriage with Roger Trenby.
"My dear"-- she looked up to meet Lord St.John's kindly gaze.

"My dear, come into the dining-room.

A glass of champagne is what you want.