The anticipation of meeting the bishop flashed across his mind as he said it.

He felt sure that his lordship would approve of his little alterations.
When the last voluntary had been played, the reverend gentleman sat in his chair by the altar and watched the congregation filing out of the church.

A great many seemed to be departing, but it was impossible to tell as yet the number that remained.

Mr.Windle had been so very definite, so confident in his assertion of the number of communicants.

He looked at his watch.