England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction; Stepmothers -- Fiction
forgot herself, as in the “Magnificat,” when she burst forth suddenly
unawares, almost taking it out of the hands of the boys; but while she
was singing Lottie came to herself almost as suddenly, and stopped
short, with a quaver and shake in her voice as if the thread of sound
had been suddenly broken. Raising her eyes in the midst of the canticle,
she had seen Rollo Ridsdale within a few places of her, holding his book
before him very decorously, yet looking from her to a large man by his
side with unmistakable meaning. The surprise of seeing him whom she
believed to be far away, the agitation it gave her to perceive that she
herself was still the chief point of interest to him, and the sudden
recalling thus of her consciousness, gave her a shock which extinguished
her voice altogether. There was a thrill in the music as if a string had
broken; and then the hymn went on more feebly, diminished in sweetness
and volume, while she stood trembling, holding herself up with an
effort. He had come back again, and again his thoughts were full of
her, his whole attention turned to her. An instantaneous change took
place in Lottie’s mind. Instead of the jumble of annoyances and
vexations that had been around her--the reproachful looks on one side,
the family discordance on the other--her father and Law both jarring
with all that Lottie wished and thought right--a flood of celestial calm
poured into her soul. She was no longer angry with the two fair-haired
girls who tittered and whispered through the service, looking up to Law
with a hundred telegraphic communications. She was scarcely annoyed when
her father’s voice pealed forth again in pretentious incorrectness. She
did not mind what was happening around her. The sunshine that came in
among the pinnacles and fretwork above in a golden mist, lighting up
every detail, yet confusing them in a dazzle and glory which common eyes
could not bear, made just such an effect on the canopies of the stalls
as Rollo’s appearance made on Lottie’s mind. She was all in a dazzle and
mist of sudden calm and happiness which seemed to make everything
bright, yet blurred everything in its soft, delicious glow.
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