A splendor leaped into her eyes, but her cheek did not redden; it was to his face that the color rushed.

They had but a moment in which to gaze at each other, for the singing, which to her, at least, had seemed suddenly to swell into a great ascending tide of sound, with somewhere, far away, the silver calling of a trumpet, now came to an end, and with another silken rustle and murmur the congregation sat down.
Haward did not turn again, and the service went drowsily on.

Darden was bleared of eye and somewhat thick of voice; the clerk's whine was as sleepy a sound as the buzzing of the bees in and out of window, or the soft, incessant stir of painted fans.

A churchwarden in the next pew nodded and nodded, until he nodded his peruke awry, and a child went fast asleep, with its head in its mother's lap.

One and all worshiped somewhat languidly, with frequent glances at the hourglass upon the pulpit.