"But does any one go?"
"Well, there's the clerk," said Percival thoughtfully; "and there's a weekly dole of bread left to fourteen poor men and fourteen poor women of the parish. They must be of good character and above the age of sixty-five. It is given away after the afternoon service. When I have been there, there has always been a congregation of thirty, without reckoning the clergyman." He paused in his walk. "Didn't you want a grocer, Miss Lisle? I don't do much of my shopping, but I believe this place is as good as any."
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Judith went in, and the two young men waited outside. In something less than half a minute Lisle showed signs of impatience. He inspected the grocer's stock of goods through the window, and extended his examination to a toyshop beyond, where he seemed particularly interested in a small and curly lamb which stood in a pasture of green paint and possessed an underground squeak or baa. Finally, he returned to Thorne. "You like waiting, don't you?" he said.
"I don't mind it."
"And I do: that's just the difference. Is there a stationer's handy?"
"At the end of the street, the first turning to the left."
"I want some music-paper: I can get it before Judith has done ordering in her supplies if I go at once."
"Go, then: you can't miss it. I'll wait here for Miss Lisle, and we'll come and meet you if you are not back."