As she watched him, Miss Alicia became gradually aware of the existence of a certain hint of determined squareness in his boyish jaw.It was perhaps not much more than a hint, but it really was there, though she had not noticed it before.In fact, it usually hid itself behind his slangy youthfulness and his readiness for any good cheer.
One may as well admit that it sustained him during his novitiate and aided him to pass through it without ignominy or disaster.He was strengthened also by a private resolve to bear himself in such a manner as would at least do decent credit to Little Ann and her superior knowledge.With the curious eyes of servants, villagers, and secretly outraged neighborhood upon him, he was shrewd enough to know that he might easily become a perennial fount of grotesque anecdote, to be used as a legitimate source of entertainment in cottages over the consumption of beans and bacon, as well as at great houses when dinner-table talk threatened to become dull if not enlivened by some spice.He would not have thought of this or been disturbed by it but for Ann.She knew, and he was not going to let her be met on her return from America with what he called "a lot of funny dope" about him.
"No girl would like it," he said to himself."And the way she said she 'cared too much' just put it up to me to see that the fellow she cares for doesn't let himself get laughed at."Though he still continued to be jocular on subjects which to his valet seemed almost sacred, Pearson was relieved to find that his employer gradually gave himself into his hands in a manner quite amenable.In the touching way in which nine out of ten nice, domesticated American males obey the behests of the women they are fond of, he had followed Ann's directions to the letter.Guided by the adept Pearson, he had gone to the best places in London and purchased the correct things, returning to Temple Barholm with a wardrobe to which any gentleman might turn at any moment without a question.
"He's got good shoulders, though he does slouch a bit," Pearson said to Rose."And a gentleman's shoulders are more than half the battle."What Tembarom himself felt cheered by was the certainty that if Ann saw him walking about the park or the village, or driving out with Miss Alicia in the big landau, or taking her in to dinner every evening, or even going to church with her, she would not have occasion to flush at sight of him.
The going to church was one of the duties of his position he found out.Miss Alicia "put him on" to that.It seemed that he had to present himself to the villagers "as an example." If the Temple Barholm pews were empty, the villagers, not being incited to devotional exercise by his exalted presence, would feel at liberty to remain at home, and in the irreligious undress of shirt-sleeves sit and smoke their pipes, or, worse still, gather at "the Hare and Hounds" and drink beer.Also, it would not be "at all proper" not to go to church.
Pearson produced a special cut of costume for this ceremony, and Tembarom walked with Miss Alicia across the park to the square-towered Norman church.
In a position of dignity the Temple Barholm pews over-looked the congregation.There was the great square pew for the family, with two others for servants.Footmen and house-maids gazed reverentially at prayer-books.Pearson, making every preparation respectfully to declare himself a "miserable sinner" when the proper moment arrived, could scarcely re- strain a rapid side glance as the correctly cut and fitted and entirely "suitable" work of his hands opened the pew-door for Miss Alicia, followed her in, and took his place.
Let not the fact that he had never been to church before be counted against him.There was nothing very extraordinary in the fact.He had felt no antipathy to church-going, but he had not by chance fallen under proselyting influence, and it had certainly never occurred to him that he had any place among the well- dressed, comfortable-looking people he had seen flocking into places of worship in New York.As far as religious observances were concerned, he was an unadulterated heathen, and was all the more to be congratulated on being a heathen of genial tendencies.
The very large pew, under the stone floor of which his ancestors had slept undisturbedly for centuries, interested him greatly.A recumbent marble crusader in armor, with feet crossed in the customary manner, fitted into a sort of niche in one side of the wall.There were carved tablets and many inscriptions in Latin wheresoever one glanced.The place was like a room.A heavy, round table, on which lay prayer-books, Bibles, and hymn-books, occupied the middle.About it were arranged beautiful old chairs, with hassocks to kneel on.Toward a specially imposing chair with arms Miss Alicia directed, him with a glance.It was apparently his place.He was going to sit down when he saw Miss Alicia gently push forward a hassock with her foot, and kneel on it, covering her face with her hands as she bent her head.He hastily drew forth his hassock and followed her example.
