realized that she must pull herself together.

'I stuck a pin in me,' she said.

Tins in a wedding-dress? Oh, fie!' said Mrs. Marston. Tricked at your
wedding, pricked for aye.'

'Oh, dear, dearie me!' cried Hazel, bursting into tears, and flinging
herself at Edward's feet.

Wondering, he comforted her.

Mrs. Marston called for the lamp; the blinds were drawn, and all was
saffron peace.

Outside, in the same attitude as before, bowed, and motionless, stood
Reddin. He saw Hazel, watched her withdraw, and knew that she had seen
him. When the window suddenly shone like daffodils, he recoiled as if
at a lash, and, turning, went heavily down the batch. He turned into
the woods, and made his way back till he was opposite the house. Thence
he watched the guests depart, and later saw Martha go to her cottage.
The lights wavered and wandered. He saw one go up the stairs.

Inside the house Mrs. Marston confronted with a bridal which she did
not quite know how to regard, very tactfully said good night, and left
them together in the parlour. They sat there for a time and Edward
tried not to realize how much he was missing. He got up at last and lit
Hazel's candle. At her door he said good night hastily. Hazel took the
arrangements for granted, partly because she had slept in this same
room two nights ago, partly because Edward had never shown her a hint