“Halloa! Here's a church!”

There was nothing very surprising in that; but again, I was rather surprised, when he said, as if he were animated by a brilliant idea, —

“Let's go in!”

We went in, Wemmick leaving his fishing-rod in the porch, and looked all round.

In the mean time, Wemmick was diving into his coat-pockets, and getting something out of paper there.

“Halloa!” said he. “Here's a couple of pair of gloves! Let's put 'em on!”

As the gloves were white kid gloves, and as the post-office was widened to its utmost extent, I now began to have my strong