He looked round him.

Nothing was changed.

The place seemed smaller than it used to be; but there were the old monuments on which he had gazed with childish awe a thousand times; the little pulpit with its faded cushion; the Communion table before which he had so often repeated the Commandments he had reverenced as a child, and forgotten as a man.

He approached the old seat; it looked cold and desolate.

The cushion had been removed, and the Bible was not there.