He at once diverted the current of his narrative with the dexterity the occasion demanded.
'The story of the Levite who journeyed to Bethlehem-judah, from which I took my text the Sunday before last, is quite to the point,' he continued, with the pronunciation of a man who, far from having intended to tell a week-day story a moment earlier, had thought of nothing but Sabbath matters for several weeks.

'What did he gain after all by his restlessness?
Had he remained in the city of the Jebusites, and not been so anxious for Gibeah, none of his troubles would have arisen.' 'But he had wasted five days already,' said Knight, closing his eyes to the vicar's commendable diversion.

'His fault lay in beginning the tarrying system originally.' 'True, true; my illustration fails.' 'But not the hospitality which prompted the story.' 'So you are to come just the same,' urged Mrs.Swancourt, for she had seen an almost imperceptible fall of countenance in her stepdaughter at Knight's announcement.
Knight half promised to call on his return journey; but the uncertainty with which he spoke was quite enough to fill Elfride with a regretful interest in all he did during the few remaining hours.

The curate having already officiated twice that day in the two churches, Mr.Swancourt had undertaken the whole of the evening service, and Knight read the lessons for him.

The sun streamed across from the dilapidated west window, and lighted all the assembled worshippers with a golden glow, Knight as he read being illuminated by the same mellow lustre.