Harvey roused himself with a slight start at the sound of Mr. Fitzalan's "And now—" to find the sermon ended, the congregation rising. He had been sound asleep in his corner. He could only hope that nobody had observed the fact.
But Hermione's eyes wore a look of rebuke, and Marjory's quotation stayed by him still.
[CHAPTER VII.]
JUNE SUNSHINE.
"MR. DALRYMPLE did not look quite himself to-day," remarked Mr. Fitzalan, as he sat down with Marjory to the cold early dinner usual on Sunday at the Rectory.
"I don't wonder," rejoined Marjory.
Mr. Fitzalan asked "Why?" not following her train of thought.
"Harvey!" was the comprehensive answer.
"Harvey! You mean the fact of his marriage. Yes, that might worry Mr. Dalrymple in some measure. Hardly to the extent of affecting his health."
"I don't know. There must be the feeling that he can never trust Harvey again."