A curate came, one who worked heart and soul with the vicar, and the service became very nearly choral, the vicar now wearing the vestment which his degree gave him the strict right to assume.

There were brazen candlesticks behind the altar, and beautiful flowers.

Before, the interior was all black and white.

Now there was a sense of colour, of crimson curtains, of polished brass, of flowers, and rich-toned altar cloth.

The place was lit up with a new light.