"Thank you," she said and nodded slowly, then moved just as slowly toward the entryway of the church. She went inside only to go to the nearest pew and seated herself. The light of flickering candles drew her attention first, and then the size of the room drew her eyes upward toward a vaulted ceiling painted in a hand from the baroque period. Cherubs everywhere, of course. It was something that always fascinated her.

The soft glow of said candles revealed the face of a lovely young lady of obviously good breeding, wearing clothing meant to dim her beauty and nothing so lovely as what her late mistress had worn. "Miss Harlowe never introduced me to any of the clergy here." She was to be seen and not heard in public, not draw the attention off of the vivacious woman, which suited Amelia just fine. A sniffle happened and then she said, "I have to think on how to pray. It has been quite some time, I daresay."