Our usual organist is a man, I believe." The eyes of the Greek whitened savagely, and he relapsed into frigid politeness.
Wilfrid was not present to point their apprehensions.

He had loitered behind; but when he joined them in the house subsequently, he was cheerful, and had a look of triumph about him which made his sisters say, "So, you have been with the Copleys:" and he allowed them to suppose it, if they pleased; the Copleys being young ladies of position in the neighbourhood, of much higher standing than the Tinleys, who, though very wealthy, could not have given their brother such an air, the sisters imagined.
At lunch, Wilfrid remarked carelessly: "By the way, I met that little girl we saw last night." "The singer! where ?" asked his sisters, with one voice.
"Coming out of church." "She goes to church, then!" This exclamation showed the heathen they took her to be.
"Why, she played the organ," said Wilfrid.
"And how does she look by day?
How does she dress ?" "Oh! very jolly little woman! Dresses quiet enough." "She played the organ! It was she, then! An organist! Is there anything approaching to gentility in her appearance ?" "I--really I'm no judge," said Wilfrid.

"You had better ask Laura Tinley.

She was talking to her when I went up." The sisters exchanged looks.

Presently they stood together in consultation.