Why had Lady Constantine stopped and turned?

A misgiving had taken sudden possession of her. Her true sentiment

towards St. Cleeve was too recognizable by herself to be tolerated.

That she had a legitimate interest in him as a young astronomer was true;

that her sympathy on account of his severe illness had been natural and

commendable was also true. But the superfluous feeling was what filled

her with trepidation.

Superfluities have been defined as things you cannot do without, and this

particular emotion, that came not within her rightful measure, was in

danger of becoming just such a superfluity with her. In short, she felt

there and then that to see St. Cleeve again would be an impropriety; and

by a violent effort she retreated from his precincts, as he had observed.

She resolved to ennoble her conduct from that moment of her life onwards.

She would exercise kind patronage towards Swithin without once indulging

herself with his company. Inexpressibly dear to her deserted heart he

was becoming, but for the future he should at least be hidden from her

eyes. To speak plainly, it was growing a serious question whether, if he

were not hidden from her eyes, she would not soon be plunging across the

ragged boundary which divides the permissible from the forbidden.

By the time that she had drawn near home the sun was going down. The

heavy, many-chevroned church, now subdued by violet shadow except where

its upper courses caught the western stroke of flame-colour, stood close

to her grounds, as in many other parishes, though the village of which it

formerly was the nucleus had become quite depopulated: its cottages had

been demolished to enlarge the park, leaving the old building to stand

there alone, like a standard without an army.

It was Friday night, and she heard the organist practising voluntaries

within. The hour, the notes, the even-song of the birds, and her own

previous emotions, combined to influence her devotionally. She entered,

turning to the right and passing under the chancel arch, where she sat

down and viewed the whole empty length, east and west. The semi-Norman

arches of the nave, with their multitudinous notchings, were still

visible by the light from the tower window, but the lower portion of the

building was in obscurity, except where the feeble glimmer from the

candle of the organist spread a glow-worm radiance around. The player,

who was Miss Tabitha Lark, continued without intermission to produce her

wandering sounds, unconscious of any one's presence except that of the

youthful blower at her side.

The rays from the organist's candle illuminated but one small fragment of

the chancel outside the precincts of the instrument, and that was the

portion of the eastern wall whereon the ten commandments were inscribed.

The gilt letters shone sternly into Lady Constantine's eyes; and she,

being as impressionable as a turtle-dove, watched a certain one of those

commandments on the second table, till its thunder broke her spirit with

blank contrition.




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