I noticed that Hilda walked the way of the sun.

It is an important point in all these mysterious, half-magical ceremonies.
At last, after about ten or twelve such rounds, she paused, with an absorbed air of devotion, and knocked her head three times on the ground once more, doing poojah, before the ever-smiling Buddha.
By this time, however, the lessons of St.Alphege's rectory began to recur to Lady Meadowcroft's mind.

"Oh, Miss Wade," she murmured in an awestruck voice, "OUGHT we to do like this?
Isn't it clear idolatry ?" Hilda's common sense waved her aside at once.

"Idolatry or not, it is the only way to save our lives," she answered, in her firmest voice.
"But--OUGHT we to save our lives?
Oughtn't we to be...

well, Christian martyrs ?" Hilda was patience itself.