comfortable room in an ancient and ‘cathedraly’ house.
One so familiar with the customs of Cathedral churches, and treated with such obvious consideration by the Dean and Chapter of this Cathedral in particular, could not fail to command the respect of the Head Verger. Mr. Worby even acquiesced in certain modifications of statements he had been accustomed to offer for years to parties of visitors. Mr. Lake, on his part, found the Verger a very cheery companion, and took advantage of any occasion that presented itself for enjoying his conversation when the day’s work was over.
One evening, about nine o’clock, Mr. Worby knocked at his lodger’s door. ‘I’ve occasion,’ he said, ‘to go across to the Cathedral, Mr. Lake, and I think I made you a promise when I did so next I would give you the opportunity to see what it looks like at night time. It is quite fine and dry outside, if you care to come.’
‘To be sure I will; very much obliged to you, Mr. Worby, for thinking of it, but let me get my coat.’
‘Here it is, sir, and I’ve another lantern here that you’ll find advisable for the steps, as there’s no moon.’
