CHAPTER XII



Preston Cheney conceived such a strong, earnest liking for the young
clergyman whom he met under his own roof during one of his visits
home, that he fell into the habit of attending church for the first
time in his life.

Mabel and Alice were deeply gratified with this intimacy between the
two men, which brought the rector to the house far oftener than they
could have tastefully done without the co-operation of the husband
and father. Besides, it looked well to have the head of the
household represented in the church. To the Baroness, also, there
was added satisfaction in attending divine service, now that Preston
Cheney sat in the pew. All hope of winning the love she had so
longed to possess, died many years before; and she had been cruel and
unkind in numerous ways to the object of her hopeless passion, yet
like the smell of dead rose leaves long shut in a drawer, there clung
about this man the faint, suggestive fragrance of a perished dream.

She knew that he did not love his wife, and that he was disappointed
in his daughter; and she did not at least have to suffer the pain of
seeing him lavish the affection she had missed, on others.

Mr Cheney had been called away from home on business the day before
the new organist took her place in St Blank's Church. Nearly a month