grave look:

"'Eilie has told me, Brune; I forbid it. She's too young, and
you're--too old!' I was then forty-five, my hair as black and thick as a
rook's feathers, and I was strong and active. I answered him: 'We shall
be married within a month!' We parted in anger. It was a May night,
and I walked out far into the country. There's no remedy for anger, or,
indeed, for anything, so fine as walking. Once I stopped--it was on a
common, without a house or light, and the stars shining like jewels. I
was hot from walking, I could feel the blood boiling in my veins--I said
to myself 'Old, are you?' And I laughed like a fool. It was the thought
of losing her--I wished to believe myself angry, but really I was
afraid; fear and anger in me are very much the same. A friend of mine, a
bit of a poet, sir, once called them 'the two black wings of self.' And
so they are, so they are...! The next morning I went to Dalton again,
and somehow I made him yield. I'm not a philosopher, but it has often
seemed to me that no benefit can come to us in this life without an
equal loss somewhere, but does that stop us? No, sir, not often....

"We were married on the 30th of June 1876, in the parish church. The
only people present were Dalton, Lucy, and Lucy's husband--a big,
red-faced fellow, with blue eyes and a golden beard parted in two. It
had been arranged that we should spend the honeymoon down at their inn
on the river. My wife, Dalton and I, went to a restaurant for lunch.
She was dressed in grey, the colour of a pigeon's feathers." He paused,
leaning forward over the crutch handle of his stick; trying to conjure
up, no doubt, that long-ago image of his young bride in her dress "the
colour of a pigeon's feathers," with her blue eyes and yellow hair, the
little frown between her brows, the firmly shut red lips, opening to
speak the words, "For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in
sickness and in health."

"At that time, sir," he went on suddenly, "I was a bit of a dandy. I
wore, I remember, a blue frock-coat, with white trousers, and a grey top
hat. Even now I should always prefer to be well dressed....

"We had an excellent lunch, and drank Veuve Clicquot, a wine that you
cannot get in these days! Dalton came with us to the railway station. I
can't bear partings; and yet, they must come.

"That evening we walked out in the cool under the aspen-trees. What
should I remember in all my life if not that night--the young bullocks