You are going.

You will! You will! He had stooped and seized his hat.

He turned without a word or a glance, and strode from the chapel.

The congregation breathed a great sigh, and as he passed out the chorus swelled into an imposing burst of song--a paean of triumph, Harry thought.
Through the chapel windows the congregation could see Harry Hardy striding away in the direction of the line of bush.
Christina, from her place amongst her girls, watched him till he disappeared in the quarries; and so did Ephraim Shine, but with very different feelings.

Many of the congregation were disappointed.