It was while they were preparing to sing, before the sermon.

She took no heed of me, and the beating at my heart was gone.

Neither did it revive for more than a few moments when she once or twice afterwards glanced at Ada or at me through her glass.
The service being concluded, Sir Leicester gave his arm with much taste and gallantry to Lady Dedlock--though he was obliged to walk by the help of a thick stick--and escorted her out of church to the pony carriage in which they had come.

The servants then dispersed, and so did the congregation, whom Sir Leicester had contemplated all along (Mr.Skimpole said to Mr.Boythorn's infinite delight) as if he were a considerable landed proprietor in heaven.
"He believes he is!" said Mr.Boythorn.

"He firmly believes it.