Mr.Finch (still apparently pre-occupied with the question of the criminal persons) looked as if he wished himself a hundred miles from his own rectory at that particular moment.

But he was the master of the house; he was the principal man in the place--he had no other alternative, as matters now stood, than to take his hat and go.
We went out together into the village.

My reverend companion was silent for the first time in my limited experience of him.

We inquired for the one policeman who patrolled the district.

He was away on his rounds.