She wakened him in an instant, while still looking modestly at the pulpit; however reverently he might try to fall over, Leeby's foot went out.
She was such an artist that I never caught her in the act.

All I knew for certain was that, now and then, Hendry suddenly sat up.
The ordeal was over when Leeby went upstairs to put on her things.
After tea Hendry had become bolder in talk, his subject being ministerial.

He had an extraordinary knowledge, got no one knew where, of the matrimonial affairs of all the ministers in these parts, and his stories about them ended frequently with a chuckle.

He always took it for granted that a minister's marriage was womanhood's great triumph, and that the particular woman who got him must be very clever.

Some of his tales were even more curious than he thought them, such as the one Leeby tried to interrupt by saying we must be going.
"There's Mr.Pennycuick, noo," said Hendry, shaking his head in wonder at what he had to tell; "him 'at's minister at Tilliedrum.