Just as I was in sight of it, two figures came out of the gate and waited to let me pass.

One of them was the churchwarden, Mr.Townsend, and the other was Mr.Hamilton.It was impossible to avoid recognition in the bright moonlight; but I was rather amazed when I heard Mr.Hamilton bid Mr.Townsend good-night, and a moment after he overtook me.
'You are out late to-night, Miss Garston.

Do you always mean to play truant from evening service ?' I told him how I had spent my time, but I suppose my voice betrayed inward fatigue, for he said, rather kindly,-- 'This sort of work does not suit you; you are looking quite pale this evening.

You must not let your feelings exhaust you.

I am sorry for Phoebe myself, but she is a very tiresome patient.