Chapter 26

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​⁠It is Whit-Sunday. The morning service is over. The parish has had an opportunity of admiring Peggy's nosegays, and of having their nostrils comforted by the scent of her lilac branches and sweet nancies, and of the Hartleys' giant gardenias. Among them a stranger has knelt. Strangers are not very apt to be allured to Roupell Church by the fame of Mr. Evans's sermons; and, indeed, to-day he has pr