They were so near that others there could not but have observed them.

Even the clergyman, however absorbed he might have been in his sacred work, could not but have observed them.

It was not there as it might have been in a town.

Any stranger, even on a Sunday, would be observed by all in Utterden church,--how much then at a ceremony which, as a rule, none but friends attend! And Crinkett was looking on with all his eyes, leaning forward over his stick and watching closely.

Caldigate had taken it all in, even in that moment.