"Shall we get back to dinner, Mr.Windle ?" They moved to the vestry door.
"Mr.Bishop," he said, turning round as they departed, "I would advise you to go back quietly to the vicarage." Then the door closed and the little man sat down upon the nearest form.

The bishop would never hear of his little alterations now; he would never think well of them, even if he did.
He burst into tears, and for some moments sat there with his head buried in his hands.

Then he looked up, saw the bread which also had been kept over from the service, and, reaching forward, began pathetically to put the little squares one by one into his mouth..