Blinking more tears away, she stared at him, meeting his mild, half-quizzical gaze as he stooped and rose and stooped again over the bellows.
Brother Copas, touching her elbow, signed to her to come away.
She obeyed, very reluctantly.

By a small doorway in the southern aisle she followed him out into the sunshine of the Cathedral Close.
"But how does he do it ?" she demanded.

"He doesn't look a bit as if he could do anything like that--not in repose." Brother Copas eyed her and took snuff.

"He and the like of him don't touch the stops, my dear.

He and the like of him do better; they supply the afflatus." O ye holy and humble Men of heart, bless ye the Lord: praise Him, and magnify Him for ever! Mr.Simeon worked mechanically, heaving and pressing upon the bellows of the great organ.