s daughter ought to be. So I've come back."
She kissed her hand to them two or three times, standing there in the
carriage. Then I saw that she caught sight of Lacey. The flush on her
cheeks deepened. For a second she stood, looking at him her lips just
parted in a smile; but she did not incline her head. He lifted his hat
and bowed low from his saddle. Then she gave him her most radiant
recognition--and sank down on the cushions of the carriage with a sigh.

Jenny could not have reckoned on that encounter--though it seemed all to
the good. We were to have another, on which she had not counted either
when she chose so cleverly the scene of her public reappearance. When at
last they made a lane for our horses to pass, some taking leave of us
with fresh cheers, others escorting us on either side, with jokes and
horseplay among themselves, we met a little procession. It was Alison's
custom to hold a short out-of-door service three times a week during the
men's dinner-hour; the Green was his chosen pulpit, as it had been
Jenny's chosen scene. He came toward us now in all his ecclesiastical
panoply, attended by two or three of his (if Mrs. Jepps will allow me
the term) assistant priests and by a band of choir boys, all in their
robes. Jenny caught sight of the procession and leaned forward eagerly.
I looked back. Lacey was still there; a man was by his horse, talking to
him no doubt, but his eyes were following our progress.

I do not happen to know whether it be etiquette to offer or return the
ordinary signs of recognition when one forms part of a procession,
either secular or ecclesiastical. In the case of the latter, at all
events, probably it is not. This perhaps got Alison out of a
difficulty--while it left Jenny in a doubt. But I think that it must be
permissible to look rather more benevolent, rather less sternly aloof,
than Alison's face was as she passed, escorted by her jesting adherents.
To say that he took no more notice of us or of them than if we had not
been there is inadequate. His ignoring of us achieved a positive
quality. He passed by with his eyes purposely, aggressively,
indifferent. The boys and men looked after him and his procession, and
nudged one another with smiles.

Jenny's face told nothing of her view of this little incident. She was
still smiling when we quickened up and, with final hand-wavings, shook
ourselves clear of our adherents. At Cartmell's office her head was as
clear and her manne