When he comes, then, they are troubled.
But this was not all Hilda's religion.

For some mysterious reason this product of a highly civilised community had the elemental in her.

Men and women both have got to eliminate all trace of sex before they can altogether escape that.

In other words, because in her lay latent the power of birth, in which moment she would be cloistered alone in a dark and silent room with infinity, she clung unreasonably and all but unconsciously to certain superstitions which she shared with primitive savages and fetish-worshippers.

All of which seems a far cry from the War Intercession Services at wealthy and fashionable St.John's, but it was nothing more or less than this which was causing her to kneel on a high hassock, elbows comfortably on the prayer-rail, and her face in her hands, on a certain Friday evening in the week after Peter's arrival in France, while the senior curate (after suitable pauses, during which her mind was uncontrollably busy with an infinite number of things, ranging from the doings of Peter in France to the increasing difficulty of obtaining silk stockings), intoned the excellent stately English of the Prayers set forth by Authority in Time of War.
Two pews ahead of her knelt Sir Robert Doyle, in uniform.