Not one word did he address to his bride from the moment of entering the church to that of leaving it save such as were contained in the marriage service.

And even when they passed out together into the grey churchyard he remained grimly silent till she turned with a little smile and addressed him.
"Good-morning, Jeff!" she said, and her slender, ungloved hand, very cold but superbly confident, found its way into his.
He looked down at her then and found his voice, the while his fingers closed protectingly upon hers.

"You're cold," he said.

"They ought to have warmed the church." She turned her face up to the sky.

"The sun will be through soon.