"_What?_"

"Something"--with a stubborn nod, and pallor--"if I tell you
_something_ that should be enough".

"You will go to chapel to-night".

"That I shan't".

"Yes"

Silence.

A little before seven they left the cottage together for the chapel,
Hogarth taking his hunting-crop--from habit; he had also a little
Bible; in his jacket, tight at the slight waist, unbuttoned at the
breast, lay the anonymous letter, and a little poetry-book, neither
moon nor star lighting the night, bleak winds swooping like the
typhoon among the year's dead leaves.

The chapel was a paltry place, though in the wall to the right of
the preacher was a slab bearing the inscription:

ON THIS STONE
JOHN WESLEY PREACHED
IN THE VILLAGE, ON THE
9TH JULY 1768

And they sang a hymn; Hogarth "prayed"; read a chapter; once more
the harmonium mourned; Hogarth gave the text: "God's way is in the