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He gave her his arm and covered her hand with his. They walked down the passage towards the Chapel. It was at the back of the house and very old. It had been built when the foundations of Locke Hall were first laid. There was the sound of the organ playing before they reached it. Then they entered the small Chapel. Gytha realised that while they were having dinner a profusion of flowers had been arranged on the altar and there were flowers on the sills of the stained-glass windows. She learnt later that the hothouses of Locke Hall had been emptied. Every vase of flowers that had been arranged in the house had also been carried to the Chapel. The air was filled with the fragrance of them. Instead of the conventional white lilies and carnations there was a mass of colour from dahlia