could　not　follow　the　prayer；　not　even　the　heads　of　it。　　Brightnesses
  of　azure；　clouds　of　fragrance；　a　tinkle　of　falling　water　and　singing
  birds；　rose　like　exhalations　from　some　deeper；　aboriginal　memory；　that
  was　not　his；　but　belonged　to　the　flesh　on　his　bones。　　His　body
  remembered；　and　it　seemed　to　him　that　his　body　was　in　no　way　gross；
  but　ethereal　and　perishable　like　a　strain　of　music；　and　he　felt　for　it
  an　exquisite　tenderness　as　for　a　child；　an　innocent；　full　of　beautiful
  instincts　and　destined　to　an　early　death。　　And　he　felt　for　old　Torrance
  …　of　the　many　supplications；　of　the　few　days　…　a　pity　that　was　near　to
  tears。　　The　prayer　ended。　　Right　over　him　was　a　tablet　in　the　wall；　the
  only　ornament　in　the　roughly　masoned　chapel　…　for　it　was　no　more；　the
  tablet　commemorated；　I　was　about　to　say　the　virtues；　but　rather　the
  existence　of　a　former　Rutherford　of　Hermiston；　and　Archie；　under　that
  trophy　of　his　long　descent　and　local　greatness；　leaned　back　in　the　pew
  and　contemplated　vacancy　with　the　shadow　of　a　smile　between　playful　and
  sad；　that　became　him　strangely。　　Dandie's　sister；　sitting　by　the　side　of
  Clem　in　her　new　Glasgow　finery；　chose　that　moment　to　observe　the　young
  laird。　　Aware　of　the　stir　of　his　entrance；　the　little　formalist　had　kept
  her　eyes　fastened　and　her　face　prettily　composed　during　the　prayer。　　It
  was　not　hypocrisy；　there　was　no　one　further　from　a　hypocrite。　　The　girl
  had　been　taught　to　behave：　to　look　up；　to　look　down；　to　look
  unconscious；　to　look　seriously　impressed　in　church；　and　in　every
  conjuncture　to　look　her　best。　　That　was　the　game　of　female　life；　and　she
  played　it　frankly。　　Archie　was　the　one　person　in　church　who　was　of
  interest；　who　was　somebody　new；　reputed　eccentric；　known　to　be　young；
  and　a　laird；　and　still　unseen　by　Christina。　　Small　wonder　that；　as
  she　stood　there　in　her　attitude　of　pretty　decency；　her　mind　should　run
  upon　him！　　If　he　spared　a　glance　in　her　direction；　he　should　know　she
  was　a　well…behaved　young　lady　who　had　been　to　Glasgow。　　In　reason　he
  must　admire　her　clothes；　and　it　was　possible　that　he　should　think　her
  pretty。　　At　that　her　heart　beat　the　least　thing　in　the　world；　and　she
  proceeded；　by　way　of　a　corrective；　to　call　up　and　dismiss　a　series　of
  fancied　pictures　of　the　young　man　who　should　now；　by　rights；　be　looking
  at　her。　　She　settled　on　the　plainest　of　them；　…　a　pink　short　young　man
  with　a　dish　face　and　no　figure；　at　whose　admiration　she　could　afford　to
  smile；　but　for　all　that；　the　consciousness　of　his　gaze　（which　was　really
  fixed　on　Torrance　and　his　mittens）　kept　her　in　something　of　a　flutter
  till　the　word　Amen。　　Even　then；　she　was　far　too　well…bred　to　gratify　her
  curiosity　with　any　impatience。　　She　resumed　her　seat　languidly　…　this　was
  a　Glasgow　touch　…　she　composed　her　dress；　rearranged　her　nosegay　of
  primroses；　looked　first　in　front；　then　behind　upon　the　other　side；　and
  at　last　allowed　her　eyes　to　move；　without　hurry；　in　the　direction　of
  the　Hermiston　pew。　　For　a　moment；　they　were　riveted。　　Next　she　had
  plucked　her　gaze　home　again　like　a　tame　bird　who　should　have　meditated
  flight。　　Possibilities　crowded　on　her；　she　hung　over　the　future　and　grew
  dizzy；　the　image　of　this　young　man；　slim；　graceful；　dark；　with　the
  inscrutable　half…smile；　attracted　and　repelled　her　like　a　chasm。　　〃I
  wonder；　will　I　have　met　my　fate？〃　she　thought；　and　her　heart　swelled。
  Torrance　was　got　some　way　into　his　first　exposition；　positing　a　deep
  layer　of　texts　as　he　went　along；　laying　the　foundations　of　his
  discourse；　which　was　to　deal　with　a　nice　point　in　divinity；　before
  Archie　suffered　his　eyes　to　wander。　　They　fell　first　of　all　on　Clem；
  looking　insupportably　prosperous；　and　patronising　Torrance　with　the
  favour　of　a　modified　attention；　as　of　one　who　was　used　to　better　things
  in　Glasgow。　　Though　he　had　never　before　set　eyes　on　him；　Archie　had　no
  difficulty　in　identifying　him；　and　no　hesitation　in　pronouncing　him
  vulgar；　the　worst　of　the　family。　　Clem　was　leaning　lazily　forward　when
  Archie　first　saw　him。　　Presently　he　leaned　nonchalantly　back；　and　that
  deadly　instrument；　the　maiden；　was　suddenly　unmasked　in　profile。　　Though
  not　quite　in　the　front　of　the　fashion　（had　anybody　cared！）；　certain
  artful　Glasgow　mantua…makers；　and　her　own　inherent　taste；　had　arrayed
  her　to　great　advantage。　　Her　accoutrement　was；　indeed；　a　cause　of　heart…
  burning；　and　almost　of　scandal；　in　that　infinitesimal　kirk　company。
  Mrs。　Hob　had　said　her　say　at　Cauldstaneslap。　　〃Daft…like！〃　she　had
  pronounced　it。　　〃A　jaiket　that'll　no　meet！　　Whaur's　the　sense　of　a
  jaiket　that'll　no　button　upon　you；　if　it　should　come　to　be　weet？　　What
  do　ye　ca'　thir　things？　　Demmy　brokens；　d'ye　say？　　They'll　be　brokens　wi'
  a　vengeance　or　ye　can　win　back！　　Weel；　I　have　nae　thing　to　do　wi'　it　…
  it's　no　good　taste。〃　　Clem；　whose　purse　had　thus　metamorphosed　his
  sister；　and　who　was　not　insensible　to　the　advertisement；　had　come　to　the
  rescue　with　a　〃Hoot；　woman！　　What　do　you　ken　of　good　taste　that　has
  never　been　to　the　ceety？〃　　And　Hob；　looking　on　the　girl　with　pleased
  smiles；　as　she　timidly　displayed　her　finery　in　the　midst　of　the　dark
  kitchen；　had　thus　ended　the　dispute：　〃The　cutty　looks　weel；〃　he　had
  said；　〃and　it's　no　very　like　rain。　　Wear　them　the　day；　hizzie；　but　it's
  no　a　thing　to　make　a　practice　o'。〃　　In　the　breasts　of　her　rivals；　coming
  to　the　kirk　very　conscious　of　white　under…linen；　and　their　faces
  splendid　with　much　soap；　the　sight　of　the　toilet　had　raised　a　storm　of
  varying　emotion；　from　the　mere　unenvious　admiration　that　was　expressed
  in　a　long…drawn　〃Eh！〃　to　the　angrier　feeling　that　found　vent　in　an
  emphatic　〃Set　her　up！〃　　Her　frock　was　of　straw…coloured　jaconet　muslin；
  cut　low　at　the　bosom　and　short　at　the　ankle；　so　as　to　display　her　DEMI…
  BROQUINS　of　Regency　violet；　crossing　with　many　straps　upon　a　yellow
  cobweb　stocking。　　According　to　the　pretty　fashion　in　which　our
  grandmothers　did　not　hesitate　to　appear；　and　our　great…aunts　went　forth
  armed　for　the　pursuit　and　capture　of　our　great…uncles；　the　dress　was
  drawn　up　so　as　to　mould　the　contour　of　both　breasts；　and　in　the　nook
  between；　a　cairngorm　brooch　maintained　it。　　Here；　too；　surely　in　a　very
  enviable　position；　trembled　the　nosegay　of　primroses。　　She　wore　on　her
  shoulders　…　or　rather　on　her　back　and　not　her　shoulders；　which　it
  scarcely　passed　…　a　French　coat　of　sarsenet；　tied　in　front　with　Margate
  braces；　and　of　the　same　colour　with　her　violet　shoes。　　About　her　face
  clustered　a　disorder　of　dark　ringlets；　a　little　garland　of　yellow　French
  roses　surmounted　her　brow；　and　the　whole　was　crowned　by　a　village　hat　of
  chipped　straw。　　Amongst　all　the　rosy　and　all　the　weathered　faces　that
  surrounded　her　in　church；　she　glowed　like　an　open　flower　…　girl　and
  raiment；　and　the　cairngorm　that　caught　the　daylight　and　returned　it　in　a
  fiery　flash；　and　the　threads　of　bronze　and　gold　that　played　in　her　hair。
  Archie　was　attracted　by　the　bright　thing　like　a　child。　　He　looked　at　her
  again　and　yet　again；　and　their　looks　crossed。　　The　lip　was　lifted　from
  her　little　teeth。　　He　saw　the　red　blood　work　vividly　under　her　tawny
  skin。　　Her　eye；　which　was　great　as　a　stag's；　struck　and　held　his　gaze。
  He　knew　who　she　must　be　…　Kirstie；　she　of　the　harsh　diminutive；　his
  housekeeper's　niece；　the　sister　of　the　rustic　prophet；　Gib　…　and　he
  found　in　her　the　answer　to　his　wishes。
  Christina　felt　the　shock　of　their　encountering　glances；　and　seemed　to
  rise；　clothed　in　smiles；　into　a　region　of　the　vague　and　bright。　　But　the
  gratification　was　not　more　exquisite　than　it　was　brief。　　She　looked　away
  abruptly；　and　immediately　began　to　blame　herself　for　that　abruptness。
  She　knew　what　she　should　have　done；　too　late　…　turned　slowly　with　her
  nose　in　the　air。　　And　meantime　his　look　was　not　removed；　but　continued
  to　play　upon　her　like　a　battery　of　cannon　constantly　aimed；　and　now
  seemed　to　isolate　her　alone　with　him；　and　now　seemed　to　uplift　her；　as
  on　a　pillory；　before　the　congregation。　　For　Archie　continued　to　drink
  her　in　with　his　eyes；　even　as　a　wayfarer　comes　to　a　well…head　on　a
  mountain；　and　stoops　his　face；　and　drinks　with　thirst　unassuageable。　　In
  the　cleft　of　her　little　breasts　the　fiery　eye　of　the　topaz　and　the　pale
  florets　of　primrose　fascinated　him。　　He　saw　the　breasts　heave；　and　the
  flowers　shake　with　the　heaving；　and　marvelled　what　should　so　much
  discompose　the　girl。　　And　Christina　was　conscious　of　his　gaze　…　saw　it；
  perhaps；　with　the　dainty　plaything　of　an　ear　that　peeped　among　her
  ringlets；　she　was　conscious　of　changing　colour；　conscious　of　her
  unsteady　breath。　　Like　a　creature　tracked；　run　down；　surrounded；　she
  sought　in　a　dozen　ways　to　give　herself　a　countenance。　　She　used　her
  handkerchief　…　it　was　a　really　fine　one　…　then　she　desisted　in　a　panic：
  〃He　would　only　think　I　was　too　warm。〃　　She　took　to　reading　in　the
  metrical　psalms；　and　then　remembered　it　was　sermon…tim