twelve o'clock
Alix answered , in indulgent scorn , as she abruptly departed to see to some detail concerning the carriages , the music , or the breakfast . She and Anne were in a constant state of worry during the morning ; their plans for seating two score of persons were changed twenty times ; they conspired in agitated whispers behind doors and in the pantry . But the first wedding went well . 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 .