It was not the sort of service at which one cares to look about one, but I was among the early comers, and I could not help it.

Mrs.Lascelles, however, was there before me, whereas Bob Evers was not there at all.

Nevertheless, I did not mean to walk back with her until I saw her walking very much alone, a sort of cynosure even on the way from church, though humble and grave and unconscious as any country maid.

I watched her with the rest, but in a spirit of my own.

Some subtle change I seemed to detect in Mrs.Lascelles as in Bob.