Olva came after him and banged his "oak" behind him.

In Outer Court, looking now so vast and solemn in the silence of its snow, Bunning, stopping, pointed to the grey buildings that towered over them.
"It was against a wall like that that I used to imagine God--on a night like this--you'll think that very silly." He hurriedly added, "There's Marshall coming.

I know he'll be at me about those Christian Union Cards.

Good-night." He vanished.
But it was not Marshall.

It was Rupert Craven.