ItseemedthatRachelherselfhadnosuspicionthatshewaswatched，orthattherewasanythinginhermannerlikelytodrawattentiontoher。
　　Whathadhappenedtohershedidnotknow。HermindwasverymuchintheconditionoftheracingwatertowhichHelencomparedit。
　　ShewantedtoseeTerence；shewasperpetuallywishingtoseehimwhenhewasnotthere；itwasanagonytomissseeinghim；
　　agonieswerestrewnallaboutherdayonaccountofhim，butsheneveraskedherselfwhatthisforcedrivingthroughherlifearosefrom。
　　Shethoughtofnoresultanymorethanatreeperpetuallypresseddownwardsbythewindconsiderstheresultofbeingpresseddownwardsbythewind。
　　Duringthetwoorthreeweekswhichhadpassedsincetheirwalk，halfadozennotesfromhimhadaccumulatedinherdrawer。Shewouldreadthem，andspendthewholemorninginadazeofhappiness；
　　thesunnylandoutsidethewindowbeingnolesscapableofanalysingitsowncolourandheatthanshewasofanalysinghers。Inthesemoodsshefounditimpossibletoreadorplaythepiano，eventomovebeingbeyondherinclination。Thetimepassedwithouthernoticingit。
　　Whenitwasdarkshewasdrawntothewindowbythelightsofthehotel。
　　AlightthatwentinandoutwasthelightinTerence’swindow:
　　therehesat，readingperhaps，ornowhewaswalkingupanddownpullingoutonebookafteranother；andnowhewasseatedinhischairagain，andshetriedtoimaginewhathewasthinkingabout。
　　ThesteadylightsmarkedtheroomswhereTerencesatwithpeoplemovingroundhim。Everyonewhostayedinthehotelhadapeculiarromanceandinterestaboutthem。Theywerenotordinarypeople。
　　ShewouldattributewisdomtoMrs。Elliot，beautytoSusanWarrington，asplendidvitalitytoEvelynM。，becauseTerencespoketothem。
　　Asunreflectingandpervasivewerethemoodsofdepression。
　　Hermindwasasthelandscapeoutsidewhendarkbeneathcloudsandstraitlylashedbywindandhail。Againshewouldsitpassiveinherchairexposedtopain，andHelen’sfantasticalorgloomywordswerelikesomanydartsgoadinghertocryoutagainstthehardnessoflife。Bestofallwerethemoodswhenfornoreasonagainthisstressoffeelingslackened，andlifewentonasusual，onlywithajoyandcolourinitseventsthatwasunknownbefore；
　　theyhadasignificancelikethatwhichshehadseeninthetree:
　　thenightswereblackbarsseparatingherfromthedays；
　　shewouldhavelikedtorunallthedaysintoonelongcontinuityofsensation。AlthoughthesemoodsweredirectlyorindirectlycausedbythepresenceofTerenceorthethoughtofhim，sheneversaidtoherselfthatshewasinlovewithhim，orconsideredwhatwastohappenifshecontinuedtofeelsuchthings，sothatHelen’simageoftheriverslidingontothewaterfallhadagreatlikenesstothefacts，andthealarmwhichHelensometimesfeltwasjustified。
　　Inhercuriousconditionofunanalysedsensationsshewasincapableofmakingaplanwhichshouldhaveanyeffectuponherstateofmind。
　　Sheabandonedherselftothemercyofaccidents，missingTerenceoneday，meetinghimthenext，receivinghislettersalwayswithastartofsurprise。Anywomanexperiencedintheprogressofcourtshipwouldhavecomebycertainopinionsfromallthiswhichwouldhavegivenheratleastatheorytogoupon；butnoonehadeverbeeninlovewithRachel，andshehadneverbeeninlovewithanyone。
　　Moreover，noneofthebookssheread，from_Wuthering__Heights_
　　to_Man__and__Superman_，andtheplaysofIbsen，suggestedfromtheiranalysisoflovethatwhattheirheroinesfeltwaswhatshewasfeelingnow。Itseemedtoherthathersensationshadnoname。
　　ShemetTerencefrequently。Whentheydidnotmeet，hewasapttosendanotewithabookoraboutabook，forhehadnotbeenableafteralltoneglectthatapproachtointimacy。Butsometimeshedidnotcomeordidnotwriteforseveraldaysatatime。
　　Againwhentheymettheirmeetingmightbeoneofinspiritingjoyorofharassingdespair。Overalltheirpartingshungthesenseofinterruption，leavingthembothunsatisfied，thoughignorantthattheothersharedthefeeling。
　　IfRachelwasignorantofherownfeelings，shewasevenmorecompletelyignorantofhis。Atfirsthemovedasagod；
　　asshecametoknowhimbetterhewasstillthecentreoflight，butcombinedwiththisbeautyawonderfulpowerofmakingherdaringandconfidentofherself。Shewasconsciousofemotionsandpowerswhichshehadneversuspectedinherself，andofadepthintheworldhithertounknown。Whenshethoughtoftheirrelationshipshesawratherthanreasoned，representingherviewofwhatTerencefeltbyapictureofhimdrawnacrosstheroomtostandbyherside。
　　Thispassageacrosstheroomamountedtoaphysicalsensation，butwhatitmeantshedidnotknow。
　　Thusthetimewenton，wearingacalm，brightlookuponitssurface。
　　LetterscamefromEngland，letterscamefromWilloughby，andthedaysaccumulatedtheirsmalleventswhichshapedtheyear。
　　Superficially，threeodesofPindarweremended，Helencoveredaboutfiveinchesofherembroidery，andSt。Johncompletedthefirsttwoactsofaplay。HeandRachelbeingnowverygoodfriends，hereadthemaloudtoher，andshewassogenuinelyimpressedbytheskillofhisrhythmsandthevarietyofhisadjectives，aswellasbythefactthathewasTerence’sfriend，thathebegantowonderwhetherhewasnotintendedforliteratureratherthanforlaw。Itwasatimeofprofoundthoughtandsuddenrevelationsformorethanonecouple，andseveralsinglepeople。
　　ASundaycame，whichnooneinthevillawiththeexceptionofRachelandtheSpanishmaidproposedtorecognise。Rachelstillwenttochurch，becauseshehadnever，accordingtoHelen，takenthetroubletothinkaboutit。Sincetheyhadcelebratedtheserviceatthehotelshewentthereexpectingtogetsomepleasurefromherpassageacrossthegardenandthroughthehallofthehotel，althoughitwasverydoubtfulwhethershewouldseeTerence，oratanyratehavethechanceofspeakingtohim。
　　AsthegreaternumberofvisitorsatthehotelwereEnglish，therewasalmostasmuchdifferencebetweenSundayandWednesdayasthereisinEngland，andSundayappearedhereasthere，themuteblackghostorpenitentspiritofthebusyweekday。TheEnglishcouldnotpalethesunshine，buttheycouldinsomemiraculouswayslowdownthehours，dulltheincidents，lengthenthemeals，andmakeeventheservantsandpage-boyswearalookofboredomandpropriety。
　　Thebestclotheswhicheveryoneputonhelpedthegeneraleffect；
　　itseemedthatnoladycouldsitdownwithoutbendingacleanstarchedpetticoat，andnogentlemancouldbreathewithoutasuddencracklefromastiffshirt-front。Asthehandsoftheclocknearedeleven，onthisparticularSunday，variouspeopletendedtodrawtogetherinthehall，claspinglittleredleavedbooksintheirhands。
　　Theclockmarkedafewminutestothehourwhenastoutblackfigurepassedthroughthehallwithapreoccupiedexpression，asthoughhewouldrathernotrecognisesalutations，althoughawareofthem，anddisappeareddownthecorridorwhichledfromit。
　　“Mr。Bax，“Mrs。Thornburywhispered。
　　Thelittlegroupofpeoplethenbegantomoveoffinthesamedirectionasthestoutblackfigure。Lookedatinanoddwaybypeoplewhomadenoefforttojointhem，theymovedwithoneexceptionslowlyandconsciouslytowardsthestairs。
　　Mrs。Flushingwastheexception。Shecamerunningdownstairs，strodeacrossthehall，joinedtheprocessionmuchoutofbreath，demandingofMrs。Thornburyinanagitatedwhisper，“Where，where？“
　　“Weareallgoing，“saidMrs。Thornburygently，andsoontheyweredescendingthestairstwobytwo。Rachelwasamongthefirsttodescend。ShedidnotseethatTerenceandHirstcameinattherearpossessedofnoblackvolume，butofonethinbookboundinlight-bluecloth，whichSt。Johncarriedunderhisarm。
　　Thechapelwastheoldchapelofthemonks。ItwasaprofoundcoolplacewheretheyhadsaidMassforhundredsofyears，anddonepenanceinthecoldmoonlight，andworshippedoldbrownpicturesandcarvedsaintswhichstoodwithupraisedhandsofblessinginthehollowsinthewalls。ThetransitionfromCatholictoProtestantworshiphadbeenbridgedbyatimeofdisuse，whentherewerenoservices，andtheplacewasusedforstoringjarsofoil，liqueur，anddeck-chairs；
　　thehotelflourishing，somereligiousbodyhadtakentheplaceinhand，anditwasnowfittedoutwithanumberofglazedyellowbenches，claret-colouredfootstools；ithadasmallpulpit，andabrasseaglecarryingtheBibleonitsback，whilethepietyofdifferentwomenhadsupplieduglysquaresofcarpet，andlongstripsofembroideryheavilywroughtwithmonogramsingold。
　　Asthecongregationenteredtheyweremetbymildsweetchordsissuingfromaharmonium，whereMissWillett，concealedfromviewbyabaizecurtain，struckemphaticchordswithuncertainfingers。
　　Thesoundspreadthroughthechapelastheringsofwaterspreadfromafallenstone。Thetwentyortwenty-fivepeoplewhocomposedthecongregationfirstbowedtheirheadsandthensatupandlookedaboutthem。Itwasveryquiet，andthelightdownhereseemedpalerthanthelightabove。Theusualbowsandsmilesweredispensedwith，buttheyrecognisedeachother。TheLord’sPrayerwasreadoverthem。
　　Asthechildlikebattleofvoicesrose，thecongregation，manyofwhomhadonlymetonthestaircase，feltthemselvespatheticallyunitedandwell-disposedtowardseachother。
　　Asiftheprayerwereatorchappliedtofuel，asmokeseemedtoriseautomaticallyandfilltheplacewiththeghostsofinnumerableservicesoninnumerableSundaymorningsathome。SusanWarringtoninparticularwasconsciousofthesweetestsenseofsisterhood，asshecoveredherfacewithherhandsandsawslipsofbentbacksthroughthechinksbetweenherfingers。Heremotionsrosecalmlyandevenly，approvingofherselfandoflifeatthesametime。
　　Itwasallsoquietandsogood。ButhavingcreatedthispeacefulatmosphereMr。Baxsuddenlyturnedthepageandreadapsalm。
　　Thoughhereaditwithnochangeofvoicethemoodwasbroken。
　　“Bemercifuluntome，OGod，“heread，“formangoethabouttodevourme:
　　heisdailyfightingandtroublingme……Theydailymistakemywords:allthattheyimagineistodomeevil。Theyholdalltogetherandkeepthemselvesclose……Breaktheirteeth，OGod，intheirmouths；smitethejaw-bonesofthelions，OLord:
　　letthemfallawaylikewaterthatrunnethapace；andwhentheyshoottheirarrowsletthemberootedout。“
　　NothinginSusan’sexperienceatallcorrespondedwiththis，andasshehadnoloveoflanguageshehadlongceasedtoattendtosuchremarks，althoughshefollowedthemwiththesamekindofmechanicalrespectwithwhichsheheardmanyofLear’sspeechesreadaloud。HermindwasstillsereneandreallyoccupiedwithpraiseofherownnatureandpraiseofGod，thatisofthesolemnandsatisfactoryorderoftheworld。
　　Butitcouldbeseenfromaglanceattheirfacesthatmostoftheothers，themeninparticular，felttheinconvenienceofthesuddenintrusionofthisoldsavage。Theylookedmoresecularandcriticalasthenlistenedtotheravingsoftheoldblackmanwithaclothroundhisloinscursingwithvehementgesturebyacamp-fireinthedesert。
　　Afterthattherewasageneralsoundofpagesbeingturnedasiftheywereinclass，andthentheyreadalittlebitoftheOldTestamentaboutmakingawell，verymuchasschoolboystranslateaneasypassagefromthe_Anabasis_whentheyhaveshutuptheirFrenchgrammar。ThentheyreturnedtotheNewTestamentandthesadandbeautifulfigureofChrist。WhileChristspoketheymadeanotherefforttofithisinterpretationoflifeuponthelivestheylived，butastheywereallverydifferent，somepractical，someambitious，somestupid，somewildandexperimental，someinlove，andotherslongpastanyfeelingexceptafeelingofcomfort，theydidverydifferentthingswiththewordsofChrist。