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He
was
experimenting
in
tunes
to
suit
some
words
of
his
own
,
sometimes
trying
a
ready
-
made
melody
,
sometimes
improvising
.
The
words
were
not
exactly
a
hymn
,
but
they
certainly
fitted
his
Sunday
experience
:
—
"
O
me
,
O
me
,
what
frugal
cheerMy
love
doth
feed
upon
!
A
touch
,
a
ray
,
that
is
not
here
,
A
shadow
that
is
gone
:
"
A
dream
of
breath
that
might
be
near
,
An
inly
-
echoed
tone
,
The
thought
that
one
may
think
me
dear
,
The
place
where
one
was
known
,
"
The
tremor
of
a
banished
fear
,
An
ill
that
was
not
done
—
O
me
,
O
me
,
what
frugal
cheerMy
love
doth
feed
upon
!
"
Sometimes
,
when
he
took
off
his
hat
,
shaking
his
head
backward
,
and
showing
his
delicate
throat
as
he
sang
,
he
looked
like
an
incarnation
of
the
spring
whose
spirit
filled
the
air
—
a
bright
creature
,
abundant
in
uncertain
promises
.
The
bells
were
still
ringing
when
he
got
to
Lowick
,
and
he
went
into
the
curate
’
s
pew
before
any
one
else
arrived
there
.
But
he
was
still
left
alone
in
it
when
the
congregation
had
assembled
.
The
curate
’
s
pew
was
opposite
the
rector
’
s
at
the
entrance
of
the
small
chancel
,
and
Will
had
time
to
fear
that
Dorothea
might
not
come
while
he
looked
round
at
the
group
of
rural
faces
which
made
the
congregation
from
year
to
year
within
the
white
-
washed
walls
and
dark
old
pews
,
hardly
with
more
change
than
we
see
in
the
boughs
of
a
tree
which
breaks
here
and
there
with
age
,
but
yet
has
young
shoots
.
Mr
.
Rigg
’
s
frog
-
face
was
something
alien
and
unaccountable
,
but
notwithstanding
this
shock
to
the
order
of
things
,
there
were
still
the
Waules
and
the
rural
stock
of
the
Powderells
in
their
pews
side
by
side
;
brother
Samuel
’
s
cheek
had
the
same
purple
round
as
ever
,
and
the
three
generations
of
decent
cottagers
came
as
of
old
with
a
sense
of
duty
to
their
betters
generally
—
the
smaller
children
regarding
Mr
.
Casaubon
,
who
wore
the
black
gown
and
mounted
to
the
highest
box
,
as
probably
the
chief
of
all
betters
,
and
the
one
most
awful
if
offended
.
Even
in
1831
Lowick
was
at
peace
,
not
more
agitated
by
Reform
than
by
the
solemn
tenor
of
the
Sunday
sermon
.
The
congregation
had
been
used
to
seeing
Will
at
church
in
former
days
,
and
no
one
took
much
note
of
him
except
the
choir
,
who
expected
him
to
make
a
figure
in
the
singing
.
Dorothea
did
at
last
appear
on
this
quaint
background
,
walking
up
the
short
aisle
in
her
white
beaver
bonnet
and
gray
cloak
—
the
same
she
had
worn
in
the
Vatican
.
Her
face
being
,
from
her
entrance
,
towards
the
chancel
,
even
her
shortsighted
eyes
soon
discerned
Will
,
but
there
was
no
outward
show
of
her
feeling
except
a
slight
paleness
and
a
grave
bow
as
she
passed
him
.
To
his
own
surprise
Will
felt
suddenly
uncomfortable
,
and
dared
not
look
at
her
after
they
had
bowed
to
each
other
.
Two
minutes
later
,
when
Mr
.
Casaubon
came
out
of
the
vestry
,
and
,
entering
the
pew
,
seated
himself
in
face
of
Dorothea
,
Will
felt
his
paralysis
more
complete
.
He
could
look
nowhere
except
at
the
choir
in
the
little
gallery
over
the
vestry
-
door
:
Dorothea
was
perhaps
pained
,
and
he
had
made
a
wretched
blunder
.
It
was
no
longer
amusing
to
vex
Mr
.
Casaubon
,
who
had
the
advantage
probably
of
watching
him
and
seeing
that
he
dared
not
turn
his
head
.
Why
had
he
not
imagined
this
beforehand
?
—
but
he
could
not
expect
that
he
should
sit
in
that
square
pew
alone
,
unrelieved
by
any
Tuckers
,
who
had
apparently
departed
from
Lowick
altogether
,
for
a
new
clergyman
was
in
the
desk
.
Still
he
called
himself
stupid
now
for
not
foreseeing
that
it
would
be
impossible
for
him
to
look
towards
Dorothea
—
nay
,
that
she
might
feel
his
coming
an
impertinence
.
There
was
no
delivering
himself
from
his
cage
,
however
;
and
Will
found
his
places
and
looked
at
his
book
as
if
he
had
been
a
school
-
mistress
,
feeling
that
the
morning
service
had
never
been
so
immeasurably
long
before
,
that
he
was
utterly
ridiculous
,
out
of
temper
,
and
miserable
.
This
was
what
a
man
got
by
worshipping
the
sight
of
a
woman
!
The
clerk
observed
with
surprise
that
Mr
.
Ladislaw
did
not
join
in
the
tune
of
Hanover
,
and
reflected
that
he
might
have
a
cold
.
Mr
.
Casaubon
did
not
preach
that
morning
,
and
there
was
no
change
in
Will
’
s
situation
until
the
blessing
had
been
pronounced
and
every
one
rose
.
It
was
the
fashion
at
Lowick
for
"
the
betters
"
to
go
out
first
.
With
a
sudden
determination
to
break
the
spell
that
was
upon
him
,
Will
looked
straight
at
Mr
.
Casaubon
