I made my way leisurely in the direction of music which I heard at some distance.

I had not advanced far before another person came into my path.
He was a slight, delicate man of middle size.

His hair and moustache were almost quite white.

Something in the air of neatness and perfection about his dress, in the extreme gravity and clearness of his grey eyes, even in the fine texture of that long, thin, drooping moustache, made it evident to me that this new companion was not what we call an ordinary person.
"Your friend did not come in with you." The voice spoke disappointment; the speaker looked wistfully at the form of the retreating clergyman which he could just see through a gap in the shrubs.
"You wished him to come ?" "I saw you coming.

I came toward the gate in the hope that he might come in." Then he added a word of cordial greeting.