21Sunday intervened. Garth accompanied Miss Sophy to church and listened to the new Rector's austere, academic voice with a curious feeling of unreality. Where his grandfather had boomed and thundered--a portly presence with the eagle eye which could detect a napping villager in the farthest pew--this ascetic scholar, whispering the prayers and running through the lesson in a vague, monotonous undertone, sounded unreal.
His thoughts must have communicated themselves to Miss Sophy. She turned and fooffled into his ear.
"So different from poor Papa."
When they stood up for the psalms he detected Cyril Bond, singing a piercing quarter of a tone sharp against the native choir, who were even flatter than he remembered them. Glancing across the church, his eye lighted upon Mrs Mottram in a fl
