He was dressed in minister's clothes, with a heavy fur-coat and a brand new yellow-leather Gladstone bag.

He was talking loudly as he passed, and the Free Church minister seemed to be listening attentively.

I heard his deep voice saying something about the 'work of God in this place.' But what I noticed specially--and the sight made me forget my aching hinder parts--was that he had a swollen eye, and two strips of sticking-plaster on his cheek..