It was he himself who chose in this way to be married--in a forgotten church in whose shadowy emptiness the event would be as a thing brought to be buried unseen and unmarked by any stone, but would yet be a contract binding in the face and courts of the world if it should for any reason be exhumed.
When he rose to go and the Vicar rose with him, there was a moment of pause which was rather curious.

The men's eyes met and for a few moments rested upon each other.

The Vicar's were still and grave, but there was a growth of deep feeling in them.

This suggested a sort of profound human reflection.
Lord Coombe's expression itself changed a shade.

It might perhaps be said that his eyes had before this moment scarcely seemed to hold expression.
"She is very young," he said in an unusual voice.