But the danger of the Protector was too serious a question to every Gospeller not to be recurred to and prayed against.

“The priest that wed them is a Gospeller,” returned the Archbishop with a peculiar smile.

The gospeller fell down on his knees, and the acolyte that held the candles to read by dashed them down and fled away.

There were no longer any sermons preached at the Cross that a Gospeller cared to hear.