Could it be that Paula had well considered this in replying with her friendly 'Very well ?' Probably not.
Somerset proceeded to the chapel and waited.

With the progress of the seconds towards the half-hour he began to discover that a dangerous admiration for this girl had risen within him.

Yet so imaginative was his passion that he hardly knew a single feature of her countenance well enough to remember it in her absence.

The meditative judgment of things and men which had been his habit up to the moment of seeing her in the Baptist chapel seemed to have left him--nothing remained but a distracting wish to be always near her, and it was quite with dismay that he recognized what immense importance he was attaching to the question whether she would keep the trifling engagement or not.
The chapel of Stancy Castle was a silent place, heaped up in corners with a lumber of old panels, framework, and broken coloured glass.

Here no clock could be heard beating out the hours of the day--here no voice of priest or deacon had for generations uttered the daily service denoting how the year rolls on.