Now in this short space of time his hopes were all overthrown.

Yet, his instinct told him that if he had to go through the interview again he would do just as he had done.
He felt that his chance of seeing Alice would not be so good early in the day as it would be later in the afternoon; so he determined to deliver first the letter which his father had given him to Dr.
Templeton.
The old clergyman's church and rectory stood on an ancient street over toward the river, from which wealth and fashion had long fled.

His parish, which had once taken in many of the well-to-do and some of the wealthy, now embraced within its confines a section which held only the poor.

But, like an older and more noted divine, Dr.Templeton could say with truth that all the world was his parish; at least, all were his parishioners who were needy and desolate.
The rectory was an old-fashioned, substantial house, rusty with age, and worn by the stream of poverty that had flowed in and out for many years.
When Keith mounted the steps the door was opened by some one without waiting for him to ring the bell, and he found the passages and front room fairly filled with a number of persons whose appearance bespoke extreme poverty.
The Doctor was "out attending a meeting, but would be back soon," said the elderly woman, who opened the door.

"Would the gentleman wait ?" Just then the door opened and some one entered hastily.