On the far side of the highroad Westways slumbered.

Only in the rector's small house were lights burning.

The town was in absolute darkness.
Westways went to bed early.

A pleased sense of the responsibility of his errand went with John as he came near to where Josiah's humble two-storey house stood back from the street line, marked by the well-known striped pole of the barber, of which Josiah was professionally proud.

John paused in front of the door.