It would be Sunday.
"Do you still go to the chapel ?" she asked him a little hesitatingly.
"Yes," he answered.

"One lives by habit." "It is the only Temple I know," he continued after a moment.

"Perhaps God, one day, will find me there." He rose and lit the gas, and a letter on the mantelpiece caught his eye.
"Have you heard from Arthur ?" he asked, suddenly turning to her.
"No.

Not since about a month," she answered.

"Why ?" "He will be pleased to find you here, waiting for him," he said with a smile, handing her the letter.