They met outside the church and went in together, as strange a pair as ever the meshes of that ancient net which gathers of all kinds had ever drawn towards the shore.
Louise led him to a central seat, and found the place for him in her Prayer-Book.

The building was full, and Peter glanced about him curiously.

The detachment of the worshippers impressed him immensely.
There did not appear to be any proscribed procedure among them, and even when the Mass began he was one of the few who stood and knelt as the rubrics of the service directed.

Louise made no attempt to do so.

For the most part she knelt, and her beads trickled ceaselessly through her fingers.
Peter was, if anything, bored by the Mass, though he would not admit it to himself.