There were those in the further part of the church who did not hear; but their mouths were open with earnest attention; their eyes glittered with moisture; for they saw afar off that slight, rapt figure; and so strong was the common sympathy of the audience that they seemed to feel what they could not hear.
Lawrence Newt did not look round for Aunt Martha.

But he thought of her listening to the discourse, as one thinks of dry fields in a saturating summer rain.

She sat through the whole--black, immovable, silent.

The people near her looked at her compassionately.

They thought she was an inconsolable widow, or a Rachel refusing comfort.