So the audience that memorable day had some cruel people present--people who narrowly watch the faces of mourners at funerals to see what ravages grief has made on the countenance.
The organist played his prelude through and was about to stop, when he saw from the glass that hung over the keys that Mr.Strong had not yet appeared.

He began again at a certain measure, repeating it, and played very slowly.

By this time the church was entirely filled.

There was an air of expectant waiting as the organ again ceased, and still Philip did not come out.

A great fear came over Mrs.Strong.She had half risen from her seat near the platform to go up and open the study door, when it opened and Philip came out.
Whatever his struggle had been in that little room the closest observer could not detect any trace of tears or sorrow or shame or humiliation.
He was pale, but that was common; otherwise his face wore a firm, noble, peaceful look.