That's duty, my boy!' As I had foreseen, the bells had scarce begun before Mrs.McRankine presented herself to be our escort, upon which I sprang up with readiness and offered her my arm.

Rowley followed behind.

I was beginning to grow accustomed to the risks of my stay in Edinburgh, and it even amused me to confront a new churchful.

I confess the amusement did not last until the end; for if Dr.Gray were long, Mr.McCraw was not only longer, but more incoherent, and the matter of his sermon (which was a direct attack, apparently, on all the Churches of the world, my own among the number), where it had not the tonic quality of personal insult, rather inclined me to slumber.

But I braced myself for my life, kept up Rowley with the end of a pin, and came through it awake, but no more.
Bethiah was quite conquered by this 'mark of grace,' though, I am afraid, she was also moved by more worldly considerations.