His costume declared him bent on holiday, but, at the same time, distinguished him with delicate emphasis from the tourist of the season.

Trustworthy sartorial skill had done its best for his person.

Sitting thus, he had the air of a gentleman who enjoys no unwonted ease.

He could forget himself in reverie, and be unaware of soft footfalls that drew near along the aisle.
But the sound of a young voice, subdued yet very clear, made claim upon his attention.
'Sidwell!--Sidwell!' She who spoke was behind him; on looking up, he saw that a lady just in front had stopped and turned to the summons; smiling, she retraced her steps.

He moved, so as to look discreetly in the backward direction, and observed a group of four persons, who were occupied with a tablet on the wall: a young man (not long out of boyhood), a girl who might be a year or two younger, and two ladies, of whom it could only be said that they were mature in the beauty of youth, probably of maidenhood--one of them, she who had been called back by the name of 'Sidwell'.
Surely an uncommon name.