They passed at once into the edifice, and he had scarcely time to bestow a keen look upon Sidwell.
That was a beautiful girl; he stood musing upon the picture registered by his brain.

But why not follow, and from a neighbouring seat survey her and the others at his leisure?
Pooh! But the impulse constrained him.

After all, he could not get a place that allowed him to see Sidwell.

Her companion, however, the one who seemed to be of much the same age, was well in view.

Sisters they could not be; nothing of the Warricombe countenance revealed itself in those handsome but strongly-marked features.