The minister, who had paused with almost reproachful obviousness, gave out the opening psalm and the congregation freed itself from embarrassment with an accustomed flutter of hymn-books.
Going to church was somewhat interesting after all, thought Professor Willits.

Then, in common with the rest of the congregation, he detached his eyes from the girl's exquisite profile and focused them upon the minister.
Friends of the Rev.Angus Macnair asserted that he was a man in a thousand.

For that matter he was a man in any number of thousands; for his was a personality, true to type, yet not likely to be duplicated.
Born of a Highland Scotch father and a Lowland Scotch mother, he developed almost exclusively in his father's vein.

Loyal in the extreme, narrow to fanaticism, passionate, emotional, yet trained to the cold control of a red Indian, he was a man of power, at once the victim and the triumph of his creed.
Early in life he had come under a conviction of sin, had received assurance of forgiveness and of election and, before he had left the Public School, his Call had come.

From that time forward he had burnt with a fierce fire of godliness which, together with a natural incapacity for seeing two sides to anything, had carried him safely through the manifold temptations to unbelief and heresy which beset a modern college education.