et about rebuilding the church at once," said
Cecil. "Of course they will form a committee, and put my husband on
it."

"In the chair, no doubt," said Lady Tyrrell, in a tone that sounded
to Rosamond sarcastic, but which evidently gratified Cecil. "But we
will have a committee of our own, and you will have to preside, and
patronize our bazaar. Of course you know all about them."

"Oh yes!" said Cecil, eagerly. "We have one every year for the
Infirmary, only my father did not approve of my selling at a stall."

"Ah! quite right then, but you are a married woman now, and that is
quite a different thing. The stall of the three brides. What an
attraction! I shall come and talk about it when I make my call in
full form! Good-bye again."

Cecil's balance was more than restored by this entire recognition to
be prime lady-patroness of everything. To add to her satisfaction,
when her husband came home to dinner, bringing with him both the
curates, she found there was to be a meeting on Tuesday in the
Assembly-room, of both sexes, to consider of the relief of the work-
people, and that he would be glad to take her to it. Moreover, as
it was to be strictly local, Rosamond was not needed there, though
Raymond was not equally clear as to the Rector, since he believed
that the St. Nicholas parishioners meant to ask the loan of Compton
Poynsett Church for one service on a Sunday.

"Then I shall keep out of the way," said Julius. "I do not want to
have the request made to me in public."

"You do not mean to refuse?" said Cecil, with a sort of self-
identification with her constituents.

"The people are welcome to attend as many of our services as they
like; but there is no hour that I could give the church up to Mr.
Fuller on a Sunday."

"Nor would the use of St. Nicholas be very edifying for our people,"
added Mr. Bindon.

His junior clenched it by saying with a laugh, "I should think not!
Fancy old Fuller's rusty black gown up in our pulpit!"

"I rejoice to say that is burnt," rejoined Mr. Bindon.

"What bet will you take that a new one will be the first thing
subscribed for?" said the deacon, bringing a certain grave look on
the faces of both the elder clergy, and a horror-stricken one upon
Anne's; while Cecil pronounced her inevitable dictum, that at
Dunstone Mr. Venn always preached in a gown, and "we" should never
let him think of anything nonsensical.

Rosamond was provoked into a display of her solita