He had thought that disagreeable, though at the moment he had murmured that it was excellent wine; but he had been unable to understand how any man could take of that more than was good for him.

This wine, of course, that they used in the church was infinitely more palatable.

But how could he possibly drink all this?
It was out of the question.

He prayed devoutly that Mr.Windle would soon find him relief and send some one.
He took another sip and waited, noticing that already there were slight signs of diminution in the contents of the chalice.

Then he thought of the bishop.