Having helped in clearing the table and ordering the kitchen, she was going upstairs when her mother spoke to her for the first time.
'I see you've still got your headache,' Mrs.Hood said, with plaintiveness which was not condolence.
'I shall go out a little, before dinner-time,' was the reply.
Her mother dismally admitted the wisdom of the proposal, and Emily went to her room.

Before long the bell of the chapel-of-ease opposite began its summoning, a single querulous bell, jerked with irregular rapidity.
The bells of Pendal church sent forth a more kindly bidding, but their music was marred by the harsh clanging so near at hand, Emily heard and did not hear.

When she had done housemaid's office in her room, she sat propping her hot brows, waiting for her mother's descent in readiness for church.

At the sound of the opening and closing bedroom door, she rose and accompanied her mother to the parlour.

Mrs.Hood was in her usual nervous hurry, giving a survey to each room before departure, uttering a hasty word or two, then away with constricted features.
The girl ascended again, and, as soon as the chapel bell had ceased its last notes of ill-tempered iteration, began to attire herself hastily for walking.