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。