I thought it was his ghost at first; but when I looked again there he was still, with a kind of question in his eyes, as if to ask me whether I were glad or sorry to see him.

I wonder I didn't drop.

I know that everything was turning round, and the words of the clergyman were just like the buzz of a bee in my ear.

I didn't know what to do.

Should I stop the service and make a scene in the church?
I glanced at him again, and he seemed to know what I was thinking, for he raised his finger to his lips to tell me to be still.