He was going to the church to practise on the organ, and he was a bit bothered because he could not get any one to blow, so, being a good-natured chap, I volunteered." "Good boy," observed Elizabeth softly.
"Well, there we were for pretty nearly an hour and a half--David perched up like a glorified cherubim, and rolling out music by the yard; and there was I grinding away like a saintly nigger in a beastly hole till I could stand it no longer, and told him I must chuck it.

He declared he had quite forgotten me." "I expect he had.

Mr.Carlyon plays the organ so beautifully"-- Elizabeth was addressing Malcolm now.

"My sister and I often go into the church to listen to him." "It must be a great resource," he returned regretfully, "and I am inclined to envy Carlyon.

I am passionately fond of music myself, but the power of expression has been denied me." "I would back David against most organists," went on Cedric.