Nor could she have that going to church for the first time in state
with her bridegroom she had professed to dread, but had really
anticipated with complacency; for though Julius had bidden the bells
to be rung for afternoon service, Raymond was obliged to go back to
Wil'sbro' to make arrangements for the burnt-out families, and she
had to go as lonely as Anne herself.
Lady Tyrrell and her sister were both at Compton Church, and
overtook the three sisters-in-law as they were waiting to be joined
by the Rector.
"We shall have to take shelter with you," said Lady Tyrrell, "poor
burnt-out beings that we are."
"Do you belong to Wil'sbro'?" said Rosamond.
"Yes; St. Nicholas is an immense straggling parish, going four miles
along the river. I don't know how we shall ever be able to go back
again to poor old Mr. Fuller. You'll never get rid of us from
Compton."
"I suppose they will set about rebuilding the church at once," said
Cecil. "Of course they will form a committee, and put my husband on
it."
"In the chair, no doubt," said Lady Tyrrell, in a tone that sounded
to Rosamond sarcastic, but which evidently gratified Cecil.
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