interest awakening between them an immediate friendliness and frankness
of utterance delightfully inspiring. Almost without comprehending how
it occurred they were chatting together as if the eventful years had
already cemented their acquaintanceship. With cheeks flushed and eyes
glowing from aroused interest Miss Norvell increased in beauty, and
Winston observed her with an admiration finding frank expression in his
eyes.

It was a small chapel they sought, situated at the extreme end of the
straggling street, and the worshippers were few. At the conclusion of
the ritual and the sermon the two walked forth together in silence,
their former brief intimacy a mere memory, neither realizing exactly
how best to resume a conversation which had been interrupted by so
solemn a service. It was Miss Norvell who first broke the constraint.

"You are evidently well acquainted with the intricacies of the
prayer-book," she remarked quietly, "and hence I venture to inquire if
you are a churchman."

"Not exactly, although my parents are both communicants, and I was
brought up to attend service."

"Do you know, I am glad even of that? It is a little additional bond
between us merely to feel interested in the same church, isn't it? I
was guilty during the service of thinking how exceedingly odd it was
for us to talk so frankly together this morning when we knew absolutely
nothing regarding each other. Would you mind if I questioned you just
a little about yourself?"

He glanced aside at her in surprise, all remembrance that they were