Or they would have dragged her before a magistrate.
It was a Sunday in early Summer when General Ople walked to morning service, unaccompanied by Elizabeth, who was unwell.

The church was of the considerate old-fashioned order, with deaf square pews, permitting the mind to abstract itself from the sermon, or wrestle at leisure with the difficulties presented by the preacher, as General Ople often did, feeling not a little in love with his sincere attentiveness for grappling with the knotty point and partially allowing the struggle to be seen.
The Church was, besides, a sanctuary for him.

Hither his enemy did not come.

He had this one place of refuge, and he almost looked a happy man again.
He had passed into his hat and out of it, which he habitually did standing, when who should walk up to within a couple of yards of him but Lady Camper.

Her pew was full of poor people, who made signs of retiring.