It was all very confusing.
A long dim stretch of time seemed to have passed when suddenly the note of a bugle sprang out across space.

Somehow the air at once felt cooler and more wholesome, the sound of the All-clear had something akin to the sight of the sun after a thunderstorm, lighting up a crouching whipped world.
"The Trump at last," said Lady Arabel's garrulous neighbour, rising with alacrity, and twitching her sheet into more becoming folds.

"I was just wondering----" But at that moment the two Vicars approached, and the elder one, including both the spinster and the mysterious family in one glance, spoke in a clerical yet embarrassed voice.
"Dear friends, a slight but inconvenient mistake has occurred, and I am afraid I must ask you to submit blindly to my guidance in a matter strangely difficult to explain, even as I--myself in much confusion--bow to the advice of my reverend friend here.

It would be out of place----" The spinster interrupted, and, by the way she did it, one saw that she was Chapel.

"Excuse me, Canon," she said acidly, "but is not all discussion out of place at this solemn moment ?" "Believe me, madam," replied the aged Burstley-Ripp.