The momentary confusion caused by the pause in the service soon passed, and the spirit of calm again settled on the scene after the ‘General Confession.’  But Maryllia was deeply conscious of hurt and vexation.  It was too bad of Mr. Walden, she kept on. saying to herself over and over again,—­too bad!  Her friends and herself were only five or six minutes late, and to have stopped in his reading of the service like that to put them all to shame was unkind—­’yes, unkind,’ she said in her vexed soul,—­vexed all the more because she was inwardly conscious that Walden was right and herself wrong.  She knew well enough that she could have reached the church at eleven had she chosen, and have brought her friends punctual to time as well.  She knew it was neither reverent nor respectful to interrupt divine worship.  But she was too irritated to reason the matter out calmly just then,—­all she could think of was that she and her London guests had received a reproof from the minister of the parish—­silent, but none the less severe—­before all the villagers-before her own servants—­and on the first occasion of her coming to church, too!  She could not get over it.

“If he can see me,” she thought, “he will know that I am angry!”

Chafed little spirit!—­as if it mattered to Walden whether she was angry or not!  He saw her well enough,—­he noted her face ’red as a rose,’ with its mobile play of expression, set in its frame of golden-brown hair,—­it flitted, sunbeam-like between his eyes and the ’Book of Common Prayer’—­and, when he ceased reading, while the village choir, rendered slightly nervous by the presence of ’the quality,’ chanted the ‘O come let us sing unto the Lord,’ he was conscious of a sudden lassitude, arising, as he knew, from the strain he had put upon himself for the past few minutes.  He was, however, quite calm and self-possessed when he rose to read the Lessons of the Day, and the service proceeded as usual in the perfectly simple, unadorned style of ’that pure and reformed part of Christ’s Holy Catholic Church which is established in this Realm.’  Now and then his attention wandered—­once or twice his eyes rested on the well-dressed group directly opposite to him with a kind of vague regret and doubt.  There was an emotion working in his soul to which he could scarcely give a name.  Instinctively he was conscious that a certain embarrassment and uneasiness affected the ordinary members of his congregation,—­he knew that their minds were disquieted and distracted,—­that the girls and women were open-eyed and almost open-mouthed at the sight of the fashionable costumes and wondrous millinery which the ladies of Miss Vancourt’s house-party wore, and were dissatisfied with their own clothing in consequence,- -and that the lads and men felt themselves to be awkward, uncouth and foolish in the near presence of personages belonging to quite another sphere than their own.  He knew that the showy ephemera of this world had by a temporary fire-fly