As to what church going meant, he had not the vaguest idea; it had not even waked the glimmer of a question in his mind.

All he knew was that people went to church on Sundays.

It was another of the laws of existence, the reason of which he knew no more than why his father went every night to Jink Lane and got drunk.

George, however, although he had taught his son nothing, was not without religion, and had notions of duty in respect of the Sabbath.

Not even with the prize of whisky in view, would he have consented to earn a sovereign on that day by the lightest of work.
Gibbie was awake some time before his father, and lay revelling in love's bliss of proximity.