But the crown and climax was yet to come.

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The minister finished at last the homily—­it was one which inveighed more than once against the popish superstitions; and he had chosen it for that reason, to clench the bargain, so to say—­all in due order; for he was a careful man and observed his instructions, unlike some of his brethren who did as they pleased; and came back again to the long north side of the linen-covered table to finish the service.

He had no man to help him; so he was forced to do it all for himself; so he went forward gallantly, first reading a set of Scripture sentences while the officers collected first for the poor-box, and then, as it was one of the offering-days, collected again the dues for the curate.  It was largely upon these, in such poor parishes as was this, that the minister depended and his wife.

Then he went on to pray for the whole estate of Christ’s Church militant here on earth, especially for God’s “servant, Elizabeth our Queen, that under her we may be godly and quietly governed”; then came the exhortation, urging any who might think himself to be “a blasphemer of God, an hinderer or slanderer of His Word ... or to be in malice or envy,” to bewail his sins, and “not to come to this holy table, lest after the taking of that holy sacrament, the devil enter into him, as he entered into Judas, and fill him full of all iniquities.”

So forward with the rest.  He read the Comfortable Words; the English equivalent for Sursum Corda with the Easter Preface; then another prayer; and finally rehearsed the story of the Institution of the Most Holy Sacrament, though without any blessing of the bread and wine, at least by any action, since none such was ordered in the new Prayer-Book.  Then he immediately received the bread and wine himself, and stood up again, holding the silver plate in his hand for an instant, before proceeding to the squire’s seat to give him the communion.  Meantime, so great was the expectation and interest that it was not until the minister had moved from the table that the first communicants began to come up to the two white-hung benches, left empty till now, next to the table.

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Then those who still watched, and who spread the tale about afterwards, saw that the squire did not move from his seat to kneel down.  He had put off his hat again after the homily, and had so sat ever since; and now that the minister came to him, still there he sat.

Now such a manner of receiving was not unknown; yet it was the sign of a Puritan; and, so far from the folk expecting such behaviour in their squire, they had looked rather for Popish gestures, knockings on the breast, signs of the cross.