She went up to put on her things; then the three of them went out into
the dark foggy street together.
Because it was New Year's Eve there were many people about, voices
laughing and shouting through the mist and then some one running with a
flaring light, then some men walking singing in chorus. The aunts said
nothing as they went. Maggie's thoughts were given now to wondering
whether Martin would be there. She tied her mind to that, but behind it
was the irritating knowledge that her teeth were chattering and her
knees trembling and that she did not maintain her courage as a Cardinal
should.
As they entered the Chapel the hoarse ugly clock over the door grunted
out half-past eleven. The Chapel seemed on Maggie's entering it to be
half in darkness, there was a thin splutter of gas over the
reading-desk at the far end and some more light by the door, but the
centre of the building was a shadowy pool. Only a few were present,
gathered together in the middle seats below the desk, perhaps in all a
hundred persons. Of these three-quarters were women. The aunts and
Maggie went into their accustomed seat some six rows from the front.
When Maggie rose from her knees and looked about her she recognised at
once that only the Inside Saints were here.
Amongst the men she recognised Mr. Smith, Caroline's father, two old
men, brothers, who had followed Mr. Warlock from their youth, and a
young pale man who had once been to tea with her aunts. Martin she saw
at once was not there.
For some time, perhaps for ten minutes, they all sat in silence, and
only the gruff comment of the clock sounded in the building. Then the
lights went up with a flare and Thurston, followed by Mr. Warlock,
entered. It was at that moment that Maggie had a revelation. The faces
around her seemed to be suddenly gathered in front of her, and it was
with a start of surprise that she suddenly realised: "Oh, but they
don't believe in this any more than I do!" The faces around her were
agitated, with odd humble beseeching looks, as though they were
helpless utterly and were hoping that some one would suddenly come and
lead them somewhere that they might be comfortable again and at ease.
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