And so she went over to one of the pews and sat down among the cushions.
"I'll give you another hour, then," she said.
But the word had begun to rankle.

"Fencing!--Fencing! ..." He repeated it several times.
She watched him wander oddly about the room, thinking aloud rather than speaking to her.

How different he had become.

For the first time it dawned upon her that the whole look of the man had undergone a change.
He held himself with less affectation.

His petulance had gone.