There Pen sate and talked--and talked--Emily, looking beautiful as she sate at her work--looking beautiful and calm, and the sunshine came streaming in at the great windows, and lighted up her superb face and form.

In the midst of the conversation, the great bell would begin to boom, and he would pause smiling, and be silent until the sound of the vast music died away--or the rooks in the cathedral elms would make a great noise towards sunset--or the sound of the organ and the choristers would come over the quiet air, and gently hush Pen's talking.
By the way, it must be said that Miss Fotheringay, in a plain shawl and a close bonnet and veil, went to church every Sunday of her life, accompanied by her indefatigable father, who gave the responses in a very rich and fine brogue, joined in the psalms and chanting, and behaved in the most exemplary manner.
Little Bows, the house-friend of the family, was exceedingly wroth at the notion of Miss Fotheringay's marriage with a stripling seven or eight years her junior.

Bows, who was a cripple, and owned that he was a little more deformed even than Bingley the manager, so that he could not appear on the stage, was a singular wild man of no small talents and humour.

Attracted first by Miss Fotheringay's beauty, he began to teach her how to act.

He shrieked out in his cracked voice the parts, and his pupil learned them from his lips by rote, and repeated them in her full rich tones.