In crossing the Close through the fog she again perceived him who had interested her the previous evening, gazing up thoughtfully at the high-piled architecture of the nave: and as soon as she had taken her seat he entered and sat down in a stall opposite hers.
He did not particularly heed her; but Mrs.Harnham was continually occupying her eyes with him, and wondered more than ever what had attracted him in her unfledged maid-servant.

The mistress was almost as unaccustomed as the maiden herself to the end-of-the-age young man, or she might have wondered less.

Raye, having looked about him awhile, left abruptly, without regard to the service that was proceeding; and Mrs.
Harnham--lonely, impressionable creature that she was--took no further interest in praising the Lord.

She wished she had married a London man who knew the subtleties of love-making as they were evidently known to him who had mistakenly caressed her hand..