Dr.Frank was going to drive Eeny to the station, in the cutter, to see them off, but Kate declined to accompany them.

She shook hands with them at the door; and then turned and went back into the empty, silent house.
A wedding, when the wedded pair, ashamed of themselves, go scampering over the country in search of distraction and amusement, leaves any household almost as forlorn as a funeral.

Dead silence succeeds tumult and bustle; those left behind sit down blankly, feeling a gap in their circle, a loss never to be repaired.

It was worse than usual at Danton Hall.

The wintry weather, precluding all possibility of seeking forgetfulness and recreation out of doors, the absence of visitors--for the Cure, Father Francis, Doctor Danton, and the Reverend Mr.Clare comprised Kate's whole visiting list now--all tended to make dismalness more dismal.