He woke out of his daydream at the sound of footsteps—the people were coming out, and glancing up he saw Joanna a few yards off. She looked surprised to see him, but also she made no attempt to hide her pleasure.
"Mr. Trevor! You here?"
"I came over to Ansdore to wish you a happy Christmas, and they told me you were still in church."
"Yes—I stopped for Communion—" her mouth fell into a serious, reminiscent line, "you didn't come to the first service, neither?"
"No, my brother's at home, and he took charge of my father's spiritual welfare—they went off to church at Udimore, and I was too lazy to follow them."
"I'm sorry you didn't come here—they used my harmonium, and it was valiant."
He smiled at her adjective.
"I'll come another day and hear your valiant harmonium. I suppose you think everybody should go to church?"
"My father went, and I reckon I'll keep on going."
"You always do as your father did?"