two o'clock
At twelve o'clock Charity Strickland became Charity Lloyd , and was kissed and toasted and congratulated until her lovely little face was burning with colour , and her blue eyes were bewildered with fatigue . She stood in the drawing-room doorway , her bouquet with its trailing ribbons in her gloved hands , and as each one of all the old friends and neighbours made some little pre-arranged speech of an amusing or emotional nature , she met it with a receptive word or smile , hardly conscious of what she did or said . Sometimes she freed her feet from the folds of her lacy train , and sometimes gave Martin a glance backward and upward over her shoulder , once asking him to hold her flowers with a smile that several guests afterward remarked showed that those two could n't see anything in the world but each other . At two o'clock there were good-byes . Cherry had changed the wedding satin for the cream-coloured rajah silk then , and wore the extravagant hat . It would be many years before she would spend twenty-five dollars for a hat again , and never again would she see bronzed cocks feathers against bronzed straw without remembering the clean little wood-smelling bedroom and the hour in which she had pinned her wedding hat over her fair hair , and had gone , demure and radiant and confident , to meet her husband in the old hallway . She was confusedly kissed , passed from hand to hand , was conscious with a sort of strange aching at her heart that she was not only far from saying the usual heart-broken things in farewell , but was actually far from feeling them .