It was his first real contact with England; for he had not seen London, save at Euston Station and in the north-west district.

But here he was in touch with his heritage.

He rested his hand upon a tomb beside him, and looked around slowly.
The choir began the psalm for the following Sunday.

At first he did not listen; but presently the organist was heard alone, and then the choir afterwards sang: "Woe is me, that I am constrained to dwell with Mesech: And to have my habitation among the tents of Kedar." Simple, dusty, ancient church, thick with effigies and tombs; with inscriptions upon pillars to virgins departed this life; and tablets telling of gentlemen gone from great parochial virtues: it wakened in Belward's brain a fresh conception of the life he was about to live--he did not doubt that he would live it.

He would not think of himself as inacceptable to old Sir William Belward.