Septimus was short-sighted and could not tell who it was, but in this place at this hour doubtless it must be a parishioner, perhaps one waiting to see him upon some important matter.

He must forget his private griefs.

He must strive to steady his shaken mind and attend to his duties.

He drew himself together and walked on briskly.
"I wish I had not been obliged to give away Jack," he said.

"He was a great companion, and somehow I always met people with more confidence when he was with me; he seemed to take away my shyness.