She who had hated going to church now counted time entirely by Sundays.

To see the pulpit occupied by any other form and face than those of the rector was a calamity hardly to be borne; if the exit of the school party were delayed by any accident so that Mr.and Mrs.
Ellerton overtook them in the churchyard, Marcella would walk home on air, quivering with a passionate delight, and in the dreary afternoon of the school Sunday she would spend her time happily in trying to write down the heads of Mr.Ellerton's sermon.

In the natural course of things she would, at this time, have taken no interest in such things at all, but whatever had been spoken by him had grace, thrill, meaning.
Nor was the week quite barren of similar delights.

She was generally sent to practise on an old square piano in one of the top rooms.

The window in front of her overlooked the long white drive and the distant high road into which it ran.