To pour it back again into the bottle of unconsecrated wine--that would be sacrilege! Why had Mr.Windle been so narrow-minded about his foolish pledge of total abstinence?
How foolish some good people were! How bigoted! He felt assured that Mr.
Windle was a good man; but again, there was no doubt about his being narrow-minded.

Ah, why did he not send some one! Mr.Bishop walked to the door of the vestry that opened on to the little country lane.

He looked out.

There was no trace of the devout warden.

Only a man, carefully dressed, with black leather leggings encasing his legs from knees to the boot-tops--seemingly the type of clerk in a country town--was coming up the lane.