Lois looked silently out of the window.

Both of them knew that Mrs.Maxwell had not known of her daughter's wedding.

Presently a man's voice could be heard out in the kitchen.
"It's Francis," said Mrs.Lowe.

"I wonder if he knew ?" Lois started, and blushed softly, but nobody noticed her.
There was a deep silence in the parlor; the women were listening to the hum of voices in the kitchen.
"Don't you think it's dreadful close here ?" said Mrs.Lowe.
"Yes, I think it is," assented the minister's wife.
"I think it would be a good plan to open the door a little ways," said Mrs.Lowe, and she opened it cautiously.
Still they could distinguish nothing from the hum of voices out in the kitchen.
Mrs.Maxwell was in reality speaking low lest they should hear, although she was clutching her nephew's arm hard, and the veins in her thin temples and her throat were swelling purple.

When he had entered she had sprung at him.