He heard the laugh within himself, as though he were standing by, a spectator to his own actions.

Then he knew he was drunk.

He said so--to himself--aloud.
"I'm drunk." At that instant the door of the vestry opened, and in walked Mr.
Windle, followed by the bishop.

They saw him there, standing with gently swaying movements by the cupboard, with the black bottle of wine in his hands.
"Mr.Bishop," said the warden, "I have brought his lordship to your assistance.

I could find no one on my way home." The Rev.Samuel put down the bottle and bowed uncertainly.
"I'm afraid it's too late," he said humbly.
The two men looked at him with growing suspicion, then his lordship said in austere tones, "So I should imagine, Mr.Bishop." He turned to his companion.