id's astonished eyes.

But there was no light of love in those eyes as she had expected to see.
Instead there grew in his face such a blaze of righteous indignation as
the lord of the wedding feast might have turned upon the person who came
in without a wedding garment. In spite of herself Kate was disconcerted.
She was astonished. She felt that David was challenging her presence
there. It seemed to her he was looking through her, searching her, judging
her, sentencing her, and casting her out, and presently his eyes wandered
beyond her through the open hall door and out into God's green world; and
when they came back and next rested upon her his look had frozen into the
glance of a stranger.

Angry, ashamed, baffled, she bit her lips in vexation, but tried to keep
the merry smile. In her heart she hated him, and vowed to make him bow
before her smiles once more.

David did not see the bride at all to notice her, but the bride, unlike
the one of the psalmist's vision whose eyes were upon "her dear
bridegroom's face," was looking straight across the room with evident
intent to observe David.

The ceremony proceeded, and Hannah went through her part correctly and
calmly, aware that she was giving herself to Lemuel Skinner irrevocably,
yet perfectly aware also of the discomfiture of the sweet-faced girl-wife
who sat across the room bravely watching the ceremony with white cheeks
and eyes that shone like righteous lights.

Marcia did not look at David. She was with him in heart, suffering with
him, feeling for him, quivering in every nerve for what he might be
enduring. She had no need to look. Her part was to ignore, and help to
cover.

They went through it all well. Not once did Aunt Amelia or Aunt Hortense
notice anything strange in the demeanor of their nephew or his wife. Aunt
Clarinda was not there. She was not fond of Hannah.

As soon as the service was over and the relatives had broken the solemn
hush by kissing the bride, David turned and spoke to Rose Brentwood,
making some smiling remark about the occasion. Rose Brentwood was looking
her very prettiest in a rose-sprigged delaine and her wavy dark hair in a
beaded net tied round with a rose-colored lute-string ribbon.

Kate flushed angrily at this. If it had been Marcia to whom he had spoken
she would have judged he did it out of pique, but a pretty stranger coming
upon the scene at this critical moment was trying. And then, too, David's
manner was so ind