He suddenly stopped his horse, and threw the bridle to Jacques, saying: "I'll be back directly, Brillon." He entered the churchyard, and passed to the door.

As he came the group under the crumbling arch fell back, and at the call of the organist went to the chancel.

Belward came slowly up the aisle, and paused about the middle.

Something in the scene gave him a new sensation.

The church was old, dilapidated; but the timbered roof, the Norman and Early English arches incongruously side by side, with patches of ancient distemper and paintings, and, more than all, the marble figures on the tombs, with hands folded so foolishly,--yet impressively too, brought him up with a quick throb of the heart.