The church is so offensively spick-and-span brand new and modern . '' `` It 's thought to be the prettiest church in these parts , '' protested Louisa , a little sorely . `` Churches should n't be pretty -- they should at least be fifty years old and mellowed into beauty . New churches are an abomination . '' `` Did you see Peter Wright in church ? '' asked Louisa . She had been bursting to ask it . Nancy nodded . `` Verily , yes . He sat right across from me in the corner pew . I did n't think him painfully changed . Iron-gray hair becomes him . But I was horribly disappointed in myself . I had expected to feel at least a romantic thrill , but all I felt was a comfortable interest , such as I might have taken in any old friend . Do my utmost , Louisa , I could n't compass a thrill . '' `` Did he come to speak to you ? '' asked Louisa , who had n't any idea what Nancy meant by her thrills . `` Alas , no . It was n't my fault . I stood at the door outside with the most amiable expression I could assume , but Peter merely sauntered away without a glance in my direction .
It would be some comfort XXXXX my vanity if I could believe it was on account of rankling spite or pride .
Nancy Wright abomination at by in into old right to