"There is no service to be performed at present and no church, though perhaps that cave--" and he stopped.
When we had finished these vain adornments and Bastin had put away the things and tidied up, we sat down, rather at a loose end.

We should have liked to walk but refrained from doing so for fear lest we might dirty our clean clothes.

So we just sat and thought.

At least Bickley thought, and so did I for a while until I gave it up.

What was the use of thinking, seeing that we were face to face with circumstances which baffled reason and beggared all recorded human experience?
What Bastin did I am sure I do not know, but I think from the expression of his countenance that he was engaged in composing sermons for the benefit of Oro and the Glittering Lady.
One diversion we did have.