"Thank God!" he said.
"For—for what?" gasped Mr. Villimay.
"That you and I, my friend, need not look upon this sight again. We are all sufficient evidence upon our oaths that it is here to see."
"Yes—yes."
"Come away," said the secretary. "You told me something of what was to see, Sir Richard Blunt, but my imagination did not picture it to be what it is."
"I told you that likewise, my lord."
"You did—you did."
With hurried steps they now followed the magistrate; and it was with a feeling of exquisite relief that they all found themselves, after a few minutes, fairly in the body of the church, and some distance from that frightful spectacle they had each thought it to be their duty to look upon.
"Let us go to the vestry," said the secretary, "and take something. I am sick at heart and stomach both."
"And I am everything, and hungry too," cried a voice, and the Lord Mayor popped his head up from the churchwardens' pew.