CHAPTER V.
The bell of St.Saviour's had ceased.

Over the open market-place the air throbbed with a thousand pulses from the dying heart of sound.

The great grey body of the Church was still; tower and couchant nave watched in their monstrous, motionless dominion, till the music stirred in them like a triumphant soul.
As they hurried over the open market-place, Anne realised with some annoyance that she was late again for the Wednesday evening service.

She dearly loved punctuality and order, and disliked to be either checked or hastened in her superb movements.

She disliked to be late for anything.
Above all she disliked standing on a mat outside a closed church door, in the middle of a General Confession, trying to surrender her spirit to the spirit of prayer, while Walter lingered, murmuring profane urbanities that claimed her as his own.
He had perceived what he called her innocent design, her transparent effort to lead him to her heavenly heights.