It was not till the hymn began (they always ended the night-school with singing), then he remembered it.

Then, while he was shouting with all his might Bishop Ken's glorious old lines-- "Keep me, oh keep me, King of kings," he caught Mr.Lindsay's eyes fixed on him, and back came the thoughts of his terrible fright, with a little shame too at his own timidity.
Which of us trusts as we should do in the "defence of the Most High ?" Bill lingered as he had done the last time, and went out with the "grown-ups." It had been raining, and the ground was wet and sludgy, though it was fair overhead.

The wind was cold, too, and Mr.Lindsay began to cough so violently, that Bill felt rather ashamed of taking him so far out of his way, through the damp chilly lane, and began to wonder whether he could not summon up courage to go alone.

The result was, that with some effort he said-- "Please, Mr.Lindsay, Sir, I think you won't like to come so far this cold night.

I'll try and manage, if you like." Mr.Lindsay laid one hand on Bill's shoulder, and said quietly-- "No, thank you, my boy, we'll come with you, Thank you, all the same." "Nevertheless, Bartram," said Master Arthur, "I wish you could keep that cough of yours quiet--it will spoil everything.