She looked around shyly to see whether perchance her friend of the desert might be sitting near, but no familiar face met her gaze.
Then she settled back, and gave herself up to delight in the service.
The organ was playing softly, low, tender music.

She learned afterward that the music was Handel's "Largo." She did not know that the organ was one of the finest in the city, nor that the organist was one of the most skilful to be had; she knew only that the music seemed to take her soul and lift it up above the earth so that heaven was all around her, and the very clouds seemed singing to her.

Then came the processional, with the wonderful voices of the choir-boys sounding far off, and then nearer.

It would be impossible for any one who had been accustomed all his life to these things to know how it affected Elizabeth.
It seemed as though the Lord Himself was leading the girl in a very special way.

At scarcely any other church in a fashionable quarter of the great city would Elizabeth have heard preaching so exactly suited to her needs.