He turned to the casement window to show me that it was wide open. The door of the lantern came loose from its fastening as he swayed it round, and the wind blew the candle out instantly.
“Get another light,” I said, “and let us both go to the vestry together. Quick! quick!”
I hurried him into the house. The treachery that I had every reason to expect, the treachery that might deprive me of every advantage I had gained, was at that moment, perhaps, in process of accomplishment. My impatience to reach the church was so great that I could not remain inactive in the cottage while the clerk lit the lantern again. I walked out, down the garden path, into the lane.
Before I had advanced ten paces a man approached me from the direction leading to the church. He spoke respectfully as we met. I could not see his face, but judging by his voice only, he was a perfect stranger to me.
“I beg your pardon, Sir Percival——” he began.
I stopped him before he could say more.
“The darkness misleads you,” I said. “I am not Sir Percival.”
The man drew back directly.
“I thought it was my master,” he muttered, in a confused, doubtful way.
“You expected to meet your master here?”