I want to pull him out and say. 'Here, you,
sir, come here and let me see if you can tell me two or three things
I want to know.' Then, Mr. Coleman, I am never well in a great
building, especially in a church; I have such a weight upon my head
as if the roof were resting on it."
He looked mournfully at her, but there was no time to remonstrate.
Mrs. Zachariah was ready, in her Sunday best of sober bluish cloud-
colour. Although it was her Sunday best, there was not a single
thread of finery on it, and there was not a single crease nor spot.
She bade Caillaud and Pauline good-bye with much cheerfulness, and
tripped downstairs. The Major had preceded her, but Zachariah
lingered for a moment with the other two.
"Come, my dear, make haste, we shall be so late."
"Go on with the Major; I shall catch you in a moment; I walk faster
than you. I must close the window a trifle, and take two or three of
the coals off the fire."
Caillaud and Pauline lingered too. The three were infinitely nearer
to one another than they knew. Zachariah thought he was so far, and
yet he was so close. The man rose up behind the Calvinist, and
reached out arms to touch and embrace his friends.
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