“More than that, I told him I should want some links for the evening, as I was to be out late. He said I could get ’em in Faneuil Hall Market, if it was sausages I wanted.”
Again Miss Newville gave way to laughter.
“I do not suppose,” she said, “that the landlord ever had heard that a link-boy is a torch-bearer.”
“I had the pleasure of attending services at your church last Sunday,” said Lord Upperton to the rector, when they were seated at the table. “I noticed that you have a substantial stone edifice.”
“Yes, my lord, and we regard it with what, I trust, is reverential pride. The Church of God is enduring, and the church’s edifice should be firm and solid, and of material that the tooth of time will not gnaw,” the rector answered.
“Ought it not to be beautiful as well?” Miss Newville inquired.
“Most certainly.”
“I cannot say I think King’s Chapel is beautiful in the architecture, with its stump of a tower, and no steeple or spire,” Miss Newville replied.
“Perhaps by and by we shall have money enough to carry out the plan of the architect. I admit it is not as attractive as it might be,” said the rector.
“I never look at the lower tier of windows without laughing over the wit of Reverend Mr. Byles[44] in regard to them,” said Mr. Adams.