He had been up early and travelled already that day.

The motion helped, too, and in half an hour or so he was asleep.
He dreamt that he was preaching Langton's views on the Sermon on the Mount in the pulpit of St.John's, and that the Canon, from his place beside the credence-table within the altar-rails, was shouting at him to stop.

In his dream he persisted, however, until that irate dignitary seized the famous and massive offertory-dish by his side and hurled it in the direction of the pulpit.

The clatter that it made on the stone floor awoke him.
He was first aware that the train was no longer in motion, and next that Langton's tall form was leaning half out of the window.

Then confused noises penetrated his consciousness, and he perceived that light flickered in the otherwise darkened compartment.