The rest, too, would be pleasant after her long walk from Westminster.

She would find a secluded seat in one of the high, stiff pews, and let the atmosphere of the place sink into her.
And then the pew-opener had stolen up unobserved, and had taken it so for granted that she would like to be shown round, and had seemed so pleased and eager, that she had not the heart to repel her.

A curious little old party with a smooth, peach-like complexion and white soft hair that the fading twilight, stealing through the yellow glass, turned to gold.

So that at first sight Joan took her for a child.

The voice, too, was so absurdly childish--appealing, and yet confident.