And once in church, Lady Manderly led the way down the aisle and took her place in a pew under the pulpit, and after a glance at the Professor, Gloria followed her. But he made no move, only pushed Jemima gently in the back so that she sat reluctantly beside Gloria. That left the last seat for the Professor. Pig in the middle, thought Jemima, getting on to her knees.
She sang the hymns in an unselfconscious treble, very sweet but not very powerful...Professor Cator had a rich bass which boomed out above her head, effectively drowning any voice within yards. Gloria didn't sing at all; she stood and sat and knelt like a puppet and Jemima could feel the waves of rage emanating from her elegant person.
A Dream Came True