Paul Faber Surgeon

The rector sat on the box of his carriage driving his horses toward his church the grand old abbey-church of Glaston. His wife was inside and an old woman¿he had stopped on the road to take her up¿sat with her basket on the foot-board behind. His coachman sat beside him; he never took the reins when his master was there. Mr. Bevis drove like a gentleman in an easy informal yet thoroughly business-like way.