t,
half-scrutinizing look at Ferdinand, as if he charged him in his own
mind with having suggested the barbarism.

"There is no danger that it will go further in the vicar's
time," returned Ferdinand. "Besides, his lordship is as strongly opposed
to the change as anybody."

"It's time we was movin' inside, lads," said Fuller, glancing up at
the church clock. Ruth inclined her head to Ferdinand, gave a nod and
a smile to Reuben (who nodded back rather gloomily), and passed like a
sunbeam into the shadow of the porch. Fuller took up his 'cello in a big
armful, and followed, with the brethren in his rear. Ferdinand, feeling
Reuben's company to be distasteful, lingered in it with a perverse hope
that the young man might address him, and Reuben stood rather sullenly
by to mark his own sense of social contrast by allowing the gentleman to
enter first.

Each being disappointed by the other's immobility and quiet, a gradual
sense of awkwardness grew up between them, and this was becoming acute
when Ezra appeared, and afforded a diversion. Under cover of his uncle's
arrival Reuben escaped into the church.

In the course of centuries the church-yard had grown so high about
the building that grass waved on a level with the sills of the lower
windows, and the church was entered by a small flight of downward steps.
The band and choir had a little bare back gallery to themselves, and
approached it by a narrow spiral stone staircase. There were no side
galleries, and band and choir had therefore an uninterrupted survey of
the building. Reuben valued his place because it gave him a constant
sight of Ruth, and perhaps, though the fancy is certain of condemnation
at the hands of some of the severer sort, the visible presence of the
maiden, for whose sake he hoped for all possible excellences in himself,
was no bad aid to devotion. She sat in a broad band of tinted sunlight
with her profile towards her lover, looking to his natural fancy as if
she caused the sunlight, and were its heart and centre. Opposite to her
and with _his_ profile towards the music gallery also, sat Ferdinand,
and Reuben saw the young gentleman cast many glances across the church
in Ruth's direction. This spectacle afforded no aid to devotion, and not
even his music could draw the mind or eyes of the lover from Ferdinand,
whom he began to regard as being an open rival.

There was enough in this reflection to spur the most laggard of admirers
into definite acti