She was impressed, delighted, but not overpowered.
"The organ is magnificent," she said to herself, "but not grander than
the sea. The sea accompanies all the service at the dear little old
church at home."
People met and talked to one another in the green quadrangle outside
the chapel. Several other St. Benet girls had come to the afternoon
service. Among them was Miss Day and that fair, innocent-looking
little girl, Rosalind Merton.
Miss Day and Miss Merton were together. They were both stepping back
to join Maggie and Prissie, when a tall, dark young man came hastily
forward, bowed to Rosalind Merton, and, coming up to Maggie Oliphant,
shook hands with her.
"I saw you in chapel," he said. "Are you coming to the Marshall's to
tea?"
"I am. Let me introduce to you my friend, Miss Peel. Miss Peel, this
is Mr. Hammond."
Hammond raised his hat to Prissie, said a courteous word to her and
then turned to speak again to Maggie.
The three walked through the gates of the quadrangle and turned up the
narrow, picturesque High Street. It would soon be dusk; a wintry light
was over everything. Rosalind Merton and Miss Day followed behind.
Maggie, who was always absorbed with the present interest, did not
heed or notice them, but Priscilla heard one or two ill-bred giggles.
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