tched the days, the
hours, the minutes, the seconds of a whole week! A whole, long, lovely
week, of which only five minutes had already gone! Charlie's voice,
his dear, familiar voice, though it only spoke of the trivialities of
his journey, seemed like music to her. She did not know how her heart
had hungered for him, till she felt how satisfied she was now in his
presence.

They reached the church before she thought it possible; Gertrude was
not in the porch, and Denys paused a moment in the doorway and glanced
about for her. Yes! there she was, some distance down the aisle,
comfortably ensconced between Mrs. Henchman's medical man, Dr. Wyatt,
and his sister, and as Denys descried her, she turned her pretty face
to answer some remark of the doctor's and caught sight of Denys and
Charlie, and her smile and shake of the head were easily translated.

"She is not going to sit with us," said Charlie, "so _that's_ all
right."

It was nearly eight o'clock, and Denys, full of her happy thoughts,
let her eyes wander round the church, noting its pillars, its high
arched roof, its electric lights, and the ever-increasing crowd which
moved softly up the aisle till every seat that she could see was
occupied.

And then came the choir. She watched their faces eagerly. Would she
recognise Billy Burr? And which was Dickie Lowe? Ah! those two must be
the golden-haired twins about whom Mr. Owen had told her and Charlie
three years ago, now no longer the foremost in the little procession,
but as unknowable apart as ever, as they preceded the tenors. And
there, behind all, was Mr. Owen's familiar face! Denys knelt with all
the congregation, waiting and longing to hear his deep, strong voice
in the collects which began the service. But it was a curate who read
the prayers, and the words passed unheeded over Denys's head, for her
heart was back in Saltmarsh among the days when she had first known
Mr. Owen and Charlie.

So the music began and a voice rose plaintively--

"And they came to a place called Gethsemane."

The words came into the midst of Denys's wandering thoughts with a
startling suddenness. She saw again the darkness gathering under the
trees, the black shadows of the bushes and the Easter moon above!

"Could ye not watch with Me one brief hour?"

How the voice rang down the church!

What had she come there for?

To think of Charlie--of her happiness? She could have stayed at home
to do that.

Was it for