The good horse rose to it, and cleared it, with a foot to spare; and the invader landed in the sacred precincts unobserved, for the road he had come by was not visible from Raby House, nor indeed was the church itself.
He was of swarthy complexion, dressed in a plain suit of tweed, well made, and neither new nor old.

His hat was of the newest fashion, and glossy.

He had no gloves on.
He dismounted, and led his horse to the porch.

He took from his pocket a large glittering key and unlocked the church-door; then gave his horse a smack on the quarter.

That sagacious animal walked into the church directly, and his iron hoofs rang strangely as he paced over the brick floor of the aisle, and made his way under the echoing vault, up to the very altar; for near it was the vestry-chest, and in that chest his corn.
The young man also entered the church; but soon came out again with a leathern bucket in his hand.