"Is that you, Lady Raymond?" asked the player, coming to the front of the gallery. It was Mr. Haveloc.
Margaret's start—the mist that rushed before her eyes, were unobserved by her companions.
Lucy went on. "We were praising your playing so much, Mr. Haveloc. We thought it was your organist."
"I will come down to you," he said, and disappearing from the gallery, he joined them in the aisle.
"So, you have found your way here at last, Lady Raymond," he said as he shook hands with her. "Confess that the road was very tolerable, after all."
"Bearable," said Lucy. "Mrs. Gage and Miss Capel are behind."
He advanced to Harriet, bowed to Margaret in passing, and went on speaking to Harriet.
"And you did not come on horseback, Mrs. Gage? I thought from Lady Raymond's account, you were never out of the saddle."
"It is so very warm to-day," said Harriet, "how nice and cool the church feels. But, how very odd! What a mint of money this must have cost!"