two fiddles, a cornet, drum, and a piano.
There was also what seemed to Maggie a small choir, some women dressed
in white and some men in black coats and white bow ties. Across the
stage were suspended broad white bands of cloth with "Come to Jesus!"
"Come now!" "He is waiting for you!" in big black letters.

The hall seemed very full, and was violently illuminated with electric
light. Maggie took this in as she stood very timidly just inside the
door. A steward came forward and showed her a corner-seat. She saw,
then, with a dramatic flash of recognition, Thurston and Mr. Crashaw
sitting behind the table; then, with a still stranger emotion, Miss
Avies as one of the white-robed choir. The sight of those three
familiar faces seemed to close, finally and definitely, the impression
that she had had during all those last weeks. They had "got" her again,
and yet not they, but the power behind them. It seemed only five
minutes ago that she had sat in the London Chapel and heard old Crashaw
scream "Punishment! Punishment! Punishment!" She turned half in her
seat as though she expected to see Aunt Anne and Aunt Elizabeth sitting
one on either side of her. She looked at Thurston; he had coarsened
very much since she had seen him last. He was fatter, his cheeks
stained with an unnaturally high colour, his eyes brighter and sharper
and yet sensual too. He was smarter than he had been, his white bow tie
stiff and shapely, his cuffs clean and shining, his hair very carefully
brushed back from his high and bony forehead. His sharp eyes darted all
over the building, and Maggie felt as though at any moment she would be
discovered. Crashaw looked more like a decrepit monkey than ever,
huddled up in his chair, his back bow-shaped. He breathed into his
hands as though he wanted to warm them, and looked at nobody. Miss
Avies Maggie could not see clearly.

Her eyes wandered over the audience. She saw many townspeople whom she
knew, and she realised, for the first time, that tomorrow everywhere it
would be said that the Rector's wife had been at the Revival meeting.

And how different an audience from the old London one. Every one had
come on this occasion to see a show, and it was certainly a show that
they were going to see. Maggie had entered during a pause, and all the
faces that were there wore that look of expectation that demands the
rising of the curtain. Soon, Maggie felt, they would stamp and whistle
did the play not begin.

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