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mance," said Manvers, "and of course childishly illegal. Your man will be soon got rid of. I expect you might have applied to him the remark of the Bishop of Cork on the Dean of Cork--'Excellent sermon!--eloquent, clever, argumentative!--and not enough gospel in it to save a tom-tit!"'
Mrs. Flaxman looked at him oddly.
"Well, but--the extraordinary thing was that Hugh made me stay for the second service, and it was as Ritualistic as you like!"
Manvers fell back in his chair, the vivacity on his face relaxing.
"Ah!--is that all?"
"Oh! but you don't understand," said his companion, eagerly. "Of course Ritualistic is the wrong word. Should I have said 'sacramental'? I only meant that it was full of symbolism. There were lights--and flowers, and music, but there was nothing priestly--or superstitious"--she frowned in her effort to explain. "It was all poetic--and mystical--and yet practical. There were a good many things changed in the Service,--but I hardly noticed--I was so absorbed in watching the people. Almost every one stayed for the second service. It was quite short--so was the first service. And a great many communicated. But the spirit of it was the wonderful thing. It had all that--that magic--that mystery--that one gets out of Catholicism, even simple Catholicism, in a village church--say at Benediction; and yet one had a sense of having come out into fresh air; of saying things that were true--true at least to you, and to the people that were saying them; things that you did believe, or could believe, instead of things that you only pretended to believe, or couldn't possibly believe! I haven't got over it yet, and as for Hugh, I have never seen him so moved since--since Robert died."
Manvers was aware of Mrs. Flaxman's affection for her brother-in-law's memory; and it seemed to him natural and womanly that she should be touched--artist and wordling though she was--by this fresh effort in a similar direction. For himself, he was touched in another way: with pity,