A Knight of the Nineteenth CenturyRoe, Edward Payson
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A Knight of the Nineteenth Century
Roe, Edward Payson
Fiction
But the stony repose and calm of their Gothic temple was not reflected
in the faces of the people. There was a general air of perturbation and
expectancy. The peculiar and complacent expression of those who are
conscious of being especially well dressed and respectable was
conspicuously absent. Annoyed, vexed, anxious faces passed into the
vestibule. Knots of twos, threes, and half-dozens lingered and talked
eagerly, with emphatic gestures and much shaking of heads. Many who
disliked rough weather from any cause avoided their fellow-members, and
glided hastily in, looking worried and uncomfortable. Between the
managing officers, who had felicitated themselves on having secured a
congregation containing the _creme de la creme_ of the city, on one
hand, and the disquieted Mr. Blakeman, who found the church growing
uncomfortably cold, on the other, Mrs. Arnot's words and acts and the
minister's implied pledge to bring the matter squarely to an issue, had
become generally known, and a foreboding as of some great catastrophe
oppressed the people. If the truth were known, there were very general
misgivings; and, now that the people had been led to think, there were
some uncomfortable aspects to the question. Even that august dignitary
the sexton was in a painful dilemma as to whether it would be best to
assume an air of offended dignity, or veer with these eddying and
varying currents until sure from what quarter the wind would finally
blow. He had learned that it was Mrs. Arnot whom he had twice carelessly
motioned with his thumb into a back seat, and he could not help
remarking to several of the more conservative members, that "it was very
unjust and also unkind in Mrs. Arnot to palm herself off on him as an
ordinary pusson, when for a long time it had been the plainly understood
policy of the church not to encourage ordinary pussons."
But the rumor that something unusual was about to take place at St.
Paul's brought thither on this particular Sabbath all kinds and
descriptions of people; and the dignified functionary whose duty it was
to seat them grew so hot and flustered with his unwonted tasks, and made
such strange blunders, that both he and others felt that they were on
the verge of chaos. But the most extraordinary appearing personage was
no other than Mr. Jeremiah Growther; and, as with his gnarled cane he
hobbled along at Haldane's side, he looked for all the world as if some
grotesque and antique carving had come to life and was out for an
airing. Not only the sexton, but many others, looked askance at the
tall, broad-shouldered youth of such evil fame, and his weird-appearing
companion, as they walked quite far up the aisle before they could find
a seat.
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