David smiled. "Yes, there were three. Mrs. Churchwarden Smith would have considered her opinion triumphantly vindicated. But, do you know, that little chapel was such a holy place. I knelt there and prayed that I might live to see the completion and consecration of our 'Church of the Holy Star.'"
Diana drew on her gloves, and slipped her hands back into her muff.
"Where did you kneel, David? I will make a pilgrimage to Canterbury, and kneel there too."
"It wasn't Canterbury," said David gently. "It was Winchester. I knelt at the altar rail; right in the middle."
"I will go there," said Diana. "And I will kneel where you knelt, David."
"Do," said David, simply. "That little chapel meant a lot to me."
They had turned out of York Road, and plunged into the dark subway leading up to the main station at Waterloo.
Diana lifted her muff to her lips, and looked at David over it, with starry eyes.
"Shall you remember sometimes, David, when you are so far away, that I am making pilgrimages, and doing these things which you have done?"