There was character about it, a scent of bygone days.

She pictured the vanished congregations in their powdered wigs and stiff brocades.

How picturesque must have been the marriages that had taken place there, say in the reign of Queen Anne or of the early Georges.

The church would have been ancient even then.

With its air of faded grandeur, its sculptured recesses and dark niches, the tattered banners hanging from its roof, it must have made an admirable background.