"I said we'd tide it over," said Tozer, in a triumphant whisper, to his wife. "That's what he can do when he's well kep' up to it, and put on his mettle. The man as says he ever heard anything as was finer, or had more mind in it," added the worthy butterman to his fellow-deacons, "has had more opportunities nor me; and though I say it, I've heard the best preachers in our connection. That's philosophical, that is--there ain't a man in the Church as I ever heard of as could match that, and not a many as comes out o' 'Omerton. We're not a-going to quarrel with a pastor as can preach a sermon like that, not because he's had a misfortune in his family. Come into the vestry, Pigeon, and say a kind word--as you're sorry, and we'll stand by him. He wants to be kep' up, that's what he wants. Mind like that always does. It ain't equal to doing for itself, like most. Come along with me, and say what's kind, and cheer him up, as has exerted hisself and done his best." "It was rousing up," said Pigeon, with a little reluctance; "even the missis didn't go again' that; but where he's weak is in the application. I don't mind just shaking hands----" "If we was all to go, he might take it kind," suggested Brown, the dairyman, who had little to say, and not much confidence in his own opinion; and pride and kindness combined won the day. The deacons who were in attendance went in, in a body, to shake hands with the pastor, and express their sympathy, and congratulate him on his sermon, the latter particular being an established point of deacon's duty in every well-regulated and harmonious community. They went in rather pleased with themselves, and full of the gratification they were about to confer. But the open door of the vestry revealed an empty room, with the preacher's black gown lying tossed upon the floor, as if it had been thrown down recklessly in his sudden exit. The little procession came to a halt, and stared in each other's faces. Their futile good intentions flashed into exasperation. They had come to bestow their favour upon him, to make him happy, and behold he had fled in contemptuous haste, without waiting for their approval; even Tozer felt the shock of the failure. So far as the oligarchs of Salem were concerned, the sermon might never have been preached, and the pastor sank deeper than ever into the bad opinion of Mr. Pigeon and Mr. Brown.