They hardly seemed to understand what it all meant, but had a vague sort of idea that they were implicated in "Garge's" achievements.

They would sit and listen to him as he read to them, as if they were at an exhibition at which they had paid for admission, and it is not too much to say "Garge" was, in their eyes, almost as dreadful a personage as the lord of the manor himself.
Among his fellow-villagers George was, as the reader will have gathered, somewhat of a hero, and not a little of a favourite.

This distinction he owed to a talent for music, which had at a very early age displayed itself, and had been heartily encouraged by the rector.

In this pursuit, which he followed as his only recreation, he had made such progress that, while yet a boy, he became voluntary organist at the church, and as such had won the hearts of the neighbours.
They didn't know much about music, but they knew the organ sounded beautiful on Sundays, and that "Garge" played it.

And so it was a real trouble to them now that he was about to leave Muggerbridge.
You may imagine the state of excitement into which this unexpected visit threw simple Mr and Mrs Reader.