Of this, however, Mr.Buffum was ignorant.

He had no sense of the proprieties of the house, and was intent only on reaching Mr.Belcher's pew.
Bending to his patron's ear, he whispered a few words, received a few words in return, and then retired.

The proprietor's face was red with rage and mortification, but he tried to appear unconcerned, and the services went on to their conclusion.

Boys who sat near the windows stretched their necks to see whether smoke was issuing from the poor-house; and it is to be feared that the ministrations of the morning were not particularly edifying to the congregation at large.

Even Mr.
Snow lost his place in his sermon more frequently than usual.