As she stood she faced a small mirror on the wall, before which the Rev.
Vicar presumably concluded his clerical toilet. At the moment it gave
back the reflection of herself and Cassandra, standing side by side, and
the contrast stung. At home, by the same law of contrast, Teresa
complacently considered herself next door to a beauty, but seen side by
side with Cassandra Raynor, her image appeared of a sudden coarsened and
blunted. Moreover, the inferiority was not confined to the body;
mentally as well as physically she was at a disadvantage;--her words
seemed halting and difficult, compared with the other's delicate ripple
of conversation. Teresa's honesty accepted the fact, disagreeable
though it was. The little ache at her heart was not caused so much by
jealousy, as by regret for the hour which she had longed for, the hour
which was not to be. Surreptitiously she watched Peignton to see if he
shared her disappointment. His manner was quieter than when they had
been alone together. He looked less at his ease, but he was interested,
his eyes followed the delicate work with absorbed attention. He was
more interested, rather than less. Teresa felt suddenly very tired.
She had hoped he would look disappointed!
Meanwhile Grizel had strolled out of the vestry and stood viewing the
scene with lazy, smiling eyes. The workers were so busy that they had
not noticed her approach, and she had time to study them unawares. For
the most part they worked in pairs, consulting together, the more
deft-handed arranging the flowers, the less skilful acting as assistant,
and executing her commands. Quietly though they worked, there was in
the air a sense of _camaraderie_; and one divined that these workers
were friends who had chosen to work together, and enjoyed the
companionship. In the background a solitary black-robed figure stood
straining upward from the seat of a pew, engaged in covering the sill of
a window with fragments of foliage, and those inferior flowers which had
been rejected for more prominent places. Grizel took a short cut
through a pew, and approached this worker's side.
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