Her final waking thought was the hope that he wouldn't mind going to church.
To her surprise (Melville) didn't. He had a pleasing tenor voice and sang the hymns with great feeling, listening with great attention to the sermon, his handsome profile uplifted to the pulpit, and when they left the church he took her arm in a protective fashion, smiling at anyone who caught his eye. Her heart swelled with pride as they walked back to the house. Her mother, some way behind her father, voiced her feelings quite fiercely.
'He's not the right man for her, dear. That was an act in church--all that pious singing and charm. I bet he hasn't been in a church for years...'
Off With the Old Love