"No! O no," said Diana, rousing herself. "He went on then—how shall I tell you? Do you remember a verse in the Revelation about the Church coming down as a bride adorned for her husband?"
"Ay!" said the old lady with a gratified change of voice. "Well?"
"He went on to describe that adornment. I can't tell you how he did it; I can't repeat what he said; but it was inner adornment, you know; 'all glorious within,' I remember he said; and without a word more about what he started with, he made one feel that there is no real adornment but that kind, nor any other worth a thought. I heard Kate Boddington telling mother, as we came out of church, that she felt as cheap as dirt, with all her silk dress and new bonnet; and Mrs. Carpenter, who was close by, said she felt there wasn't a bit of her that would bear looking at."
"What did your mother say?"
"Nothing. She didn't understand it, she said."
"And, Di, how did you feel?"
"I don't think I felt anything, mother."
"How come that about?"
"I don't know. I believe it seems to me as if the fashion of this world never passed away; it's the same thing, year in and year out."
"What ails you, Diana?" her old friend asked after a pause.