She returned to him now, and sat down on a low stool at his feet. In these early days she was much addicted to footstools and the lowest of seats, provided they were properly placed. They were in harmony with her sentiments, and facilitated an upward gaze.
'They were so pleasant. I wish you had come in,' she said.
'I find the clergy as fatiguing as Anderson's beetle found cleanliness,' said Mr. Loftus, his eyes dwelling on her. 'But that is not their fault. It is because I happen to be a beetle.'
'I was a little tired, too,' said Sibyl hastily. 'They stayed rather long.'
'And did you like them?'
'Yes; I thought them very nice. And I am glad they are High Church. I think it is so much nicer, don't you?'
'Do you mean to tell me, now that we are married and it is too late to go back, that you are High Church?'
'Oh, not very high!' said Sibyl anxiously, yet reassured by his look of amusement. 'Which are you?'
'I am the same as Mr. Gresley,' said Mr. Loftus slowly, 'with a difference.'
'I thought you were different,' said Sibyl, gratified at her own powers of observation.