He wore his surplice, and held his prayer-book, with a finger between the pages.
Glancing down toward the nave, he saw Humility sitting in the big vicarage pew--no other soul in church.
He took the cord from Taffy, "Run to the door, and see if anyone is coming." Taffy ran, and after a minute came back.
"There's Squire Moyle coming along the path, and the little girl with him, and some servants behind--five or six of them.

Bill Udy's one." "Nobody else ?" "I expect the people don't hear the bell," said Taffy.

"They live too far away." "God hears.

Yes, and God sees the lamp is lit." "What lamp ?" Taffy looked up at his father's face, wondering.
"All towers carry a lamp of some kind.

For what else are they built ?" It was exactly the tone in which he had spoken that afternoon at Tewkesbury about men being like towers.