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Updated: June 22, 2025
"It is certain," says M. de Farémont, "that I and one of the most athletic porters of the Halle could not have lifted that block with the three persons seated on it." Dr. Verger came to Mamers to see Angélique, whom, as well as her family, he had previously known.
"Tut, tut," answered Mother Meraut cheerfully, "it isn't given us to choose our service. If God had wanted us to fight he would have given us power to do it." The Verger shook his head. "I wish I were sure of that," he said, "for there's going to be need for all the fighting blood in France if half one hears is true.
So the old people and their daughter went in the direction of the cries, and the verger took the great old key from his pocket which unlocked the tower door. Yet even when the key was in the key-hole he paused a moment, as if he did not like to turn it in the lock. 'I wonder whoever it can be, he said timidly.
This was an exhibition he always liked, and he dropped into a seat with relief. More than it had ever yet come home to him it struck him as good there should be churches. This one was almost empty and the other altars were dim; a verger shuffled about, an old woman coughed, but it seemed to Stransom there was hospitality in the thick sweet air.
He had been sitting unmolested about twenty minutes when the verger asked him whether he wouldn't like to walk round. Mr Harding didn't want to walk anywhere, and declined, merely observing that he was waiting for the morning service. The verger, seeing that he was a clergyman, told him that the doors of the choir were now open, and showed him into a seat.
Then he wipes his humid forehead, his eyes sparkle with divine light, he descends the narrow stairs, and we hear on the pavement the regular taps of the rod of the verger, who is reconducting him to the vestry. "Was he not splendid, dear?" "Excellent! when he said, 'That my eyes might close forever, if...... you remember?"
What struck me as singular, the person who performed the part usually performed by a verger, keeping order among the audience, wore a gold-embroidered scarf, a cocked hat, and, I believe, a sword, and had the air of a military man.
Part of the wonderful rose window had been shattered by a shell, and lay in a million fragments on the stone floor. Mother Meraut clasped her hands in dismay. "What does it all mean?" she demanded of the Verger, as he went tap-tapping by after the workmen. "What do you wish me to do?" "Gather up every fragment of glass," said the Verger briefly, "and put them in a safe place.
He quizzed both the Magnificence and Tawdriness of the Altars, the Images of the Saints, the Rich Framing of the Relics, and all he came across, seeming no more impressed by their solemnity than the Verger Fellow in Westminster Abbey when he shows the Waxwork to a knot of Yokels at sixpence a head.
Meanwhile the clergyman scratched his cheek with one hand and fiddled the pen with the other and the verger coughed protestingly. "The dog cart's just outside," said Mr. Voules. "No walking home to-day for the bride, Mam." "Not going to drive us?" cried Annie. "The happy pair, Miss. Your turn soon." "Get out!" said Annie. "I shan't marry ever." "You won't be able to help it.
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