It was as though this must be true now and her own voice and Lord Coombe's and the clergyman's only ghosts' voices.

They were so low and unlike real voices and when they floated away among the shadows, low ghastly echoes seemed to float with them.
"I will," she heard herself say, and also other things the clergyman told her to repeat after him and when Lord Coombe spoke she could scarcely understand because it was all like a dream and did not matter.
Once she turned so cold and white and trembled so that Dowie made an involuntary movement towards her, but Lord Coombe's quiet firmness held her swaying body and though the clergyman paused a moment the trembling passed away and the ceremony went on.

She had begun to tremble because she remembered that the other marriage had seemed like a dream in another world than this--a world which was so alive that she had trembled and thrilled with exquisite living.

And because Donal knew how frightened she was he had stood so close to her that she had felt the dear warmness of his body.

And he had held her hand quite tight when he took it and his "I will" had been beautiful and clear.