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"I shall love it, granny."
Then, time being an object, the small car was ordered, and the chauffeur jumped gleefully to obey the sabbath-infringing order. He knew that he would receive a thumping tip as guerdon for his extra pains.
She sat in the old pew, with Jane by her side. She had retained the places, although she could so infrequently use them; and the card in the metal frame once again read, "Mrs. Thompson, two seats."
The dim light fell softly on her white hair and pale face, on her ermine fur and the purple velvet of her mantle; and the congregation, spa.r.s.e rows of vague, meaningless figures, sent shadowy glances at her back and at her sides. There was no one here now who had seen her as a bride, with her pretty hair and fresh, vividly coloured complexion; but all knew who she was, and everybody seemed to be stirred by her dignified presence. At her entrance a whisper and a movement had run along the pews. "Look! Mrs. Thompson!"
A young curate conducted the service with a kind of languid hurry. The old broad church vicar was dead, and a low church vicar had obtained the living. So there was less singing and chanting than of past days; and the choir boys, standing or sitting in the brightly illuminated chancel, had not so much work to do. It was all one to Mrs. Thompson--the old way or the new way. The sensible view, the _business_ view of the matter remained unaltered. Given a consecrated house of prayer, anyone who isn't a faddist ought to be able to pray in it.
The congregation had stood up, to recite the evening psalms in alternate verses with the curate; and Mrs. Thompson, standing very erect, looked from the darkness towards the light.
... "The Lord is with them that uphold my soul;" and then the congregation recited their verse.
Jane glanced at granny's face--so fine, so strong, so brave; and listened to her firm, resolute voice.
"He shall reward evil until mine enemies: destroy thou them in thy truth."
While the curate read the next verse, Jane was still watching her granny's face.
"For," answered Mrs. Thompson, "he hath delivered me out of all my trouble; and mine eye hath seen his desire upon mine enemies."
"Glory be to the Father," said the curate, in a perfunctory tone, "and to the Son: and to the Holy Ghost;"
"As it was in the beginning," said Mrs. Thompson, firmly and fervently, "is now, and ever shall be: world without end. Amen."
