A day or two afterwards, while unrobing
, he took his Diary from a pocket of his coat, turned the leaves, and with an impressive look, and without one spoken word, handed this entry to Mr.
Tom and the rest rushed into bed and finished their unrobing
there, and the old verger, as punctual as the clock, had put out the candle in another minute, and toddled on to the next room, shutting their door with his usual "Good-night, gen'lm'n.
belts, shoes and jackets and digging deep into pockets to try to scoop out that pesky penny which is setting the metal detector off is, let's face it, an annoyance, and there always seems to be a bit of a queue at this stage of proceedings, but it has got to be done.