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.