"I am to sit in the choir.

Let us pass, good fellow." The sexton squared himself before the narrow opening, and swelled with importance.
"You, reverend sir, I will admit, such being my duty.

But this gentleman is no preacher; I may not allow him to pass." "You mistake, friend," said my companion gravely.

"This gentleman, my worthy colleague, has but just come from the island of St.Brandon, where he preaches on the witches' Sabbath: hence the disorder of his apparel.

His admittance be on my head: wherefore let us by." "None to enter at the west door save Councilors, commander, and ministers.