‘Well, Lord Mountclere?’
‘Say in a few days?—it is the only thing that will satisfy me.’
‘I am absolutely indifferent as to the day. If it pleases you to have it early I am willing.’
‘Dare I ask that it may be this week?’ said the delighted old man.
‘I could not say that.’
‘But you can name the earliest day?’
‘I cannot now. We had better be going from here, I think.’
The Cathedral was filling with shadows, and cold breathings came round the piers, for it was November, when night very soon succeeds noon in spots where noon is sobered to the pallor of eve. But the service was not yet over, and before quite leaving the building Ethelberta cast one other glance towards the organ and thought of him behind it. At this moment her attention was arrested by the form of her sister Picotee
