“No matter.”
This reply from Gilliatt was again followed by a pause.
“Do you belong to this parish?”
“No,” replied Gilliatt.
“To what parish, then?”
Gilliatt lifted up his right hand, pointed to the sky, and said—
“To that yonder.”
The young man bowed, and left him.
After walking a few paces, the stranger stopped, felt in his pocket, drew out a book, and returning towards Gilliatt, offered it to him.
“Permit me to make you a present of this.”