Then turning to the audience, "I think we may dismiss this meeting," and, raising his hands, he pronounced the benediction, and the people dispersed in disorder.
With a strained "Good-night, sir," to the evangelist and a courteous bow to Mrs.Gwynne, the Rector followed the people, leaving the evangelist and his wife behind packing up their hymn books and organ, their faces only too clearly showing the distress which they felt.

Mrs.Gwynne moved toward them.
"I am truly grieved," she said, addressing the evangelist, "that you were not given an opportunity to deliver your message." "What a terrible creature that is," he exclaimed in a tone indicating nervous anxiety.
"Oh, you mean poor John ?" said Mrs.Gwynne.

"The poor man is quite harmless.

He became excited with the unusual character of the meeting.
He will disturb you no more." "I fear it is useless," said the evangelist.

"I cannot continue in the face of this opposition." "It may be difficult, but not useless," replied Mrs.Gwynne, the light of battle glowing in her grey eyes.
"Ah, I do not know.