With unspeakable rage and confusion, he noticed Hughie's pointing finger.

He caught, too, Maimie's quick look, with the vivid blush that followed.

Unfortunately, others besides himself had noticed this, and Don and Peter Ruagh, in the seat behind him, made it the subject of congratulatory remarks to Ranald.
At this point the minister rose in the pulpit, and all waited with earnest and reverent mien for the announcing of the psalm.
The Rev.Alexander Murray was a man to be regarded in any company and under any circumstances, but when he stood up in his pulpit and faced his congregation he was truly superb.

He was above the average height, of faultless form and bearing, athletic, active, and with a "spring in every muscle." He had coal-black hair and beard, and a flashing blue eye that held his people in utter subjection and put the fear of death upon evil-doers under the gallery.

In every movement, tone, and glance there breathed imperial command.
"Let us worship God by singing to His praise in the one hundred and twenty-first psalm: 'I to the hills will lift mine eyes, From whence doth come mine aid.'" His voice rang out over the congregation like a silver bell, and Maimie thought she had never seen a man of such noble presence.
After the reading of the psalm the minister sat down, and Straight Rory rose in his box, and after his manner, began feeling about for the first note of the chant that would introduce the noble old tune "St.Paul's." A few moments he spent twisting his face and shoulders in a manner that threatened to ruin the solemnity of the worshipers under the gallery, till finally he seemed to hit upon the pitch desired, and throwing back his head and closing one eye, he proceeded on his way.