Lysander went back inside with Amandine on his arm but he hardly spoke another word. No longer was he the joyful man who spoke so spiritfully of the deceased, but now was just as the rest of the mourners. It was a mixture of things. For one, he had never been turned down by a woman before - married or not. But it wasn't just that. That it was Amandine really stung and he had to clench his jaw to keep from showing that emotion.
He didn't touch any of the food that was presented to him, only drank whatever was offered to him. He'd forget about it.