I myself was at that time no church-goer, but Derrick would, I verily believe, as soon have fasted a week as have given up a Sunday morning service; and having no mind to be left to the Major's company, and a sort of wish to be near my friend, I went with him.

I believe it is not correct to admire Bath Abbey, but for all that 'the lantern of the west' has always seemed to me a grand place; as for Derrick, he had a horror of a 'dim religious light,' and always stuck up for his huge windows, and I believe he loved the Abbey with all his heart.

Indeed, taking it only from a sensuous point of view, I could quite imagine what a relief he found his weekly attendance here; by contrast with his home the place was Heaven itself.
As we walked back, I asked a question that had long been in my mind: "Have you seen anything of Lawrence ?" "He saw us across London on our way from Ben Rhydding," said Derrick, steadily.

"Freda came with him, and my father was delighted with her." I wondered how they had got through the meeting, but of course my curiosity had to go unsatisfied.

Of one thing I might be certain, namely, that Derrick had gone through with it like a Trojan, that he had smiled and congratulated in his quiet way, and had done the best to efface himself and think only of Freda.