Without a word they sat in the nearest stalls, and listened while the music went on.

How it rose and fell, how it trembled in the oak arches of the roof, and swept through the choir down to where they sat! It was only an ordinary organist's practice; but to George, after his hard work, and with the memories of home revived by the presence of his dear tutor, it came as a breath from heaven.

Daily, nearly, had he heard that organ since his coming to Cambridge, but never had it delighted him as it did now.
"Can we see the organ ?" he said, when the last chord had died away.
"Let us try," said the doctor.
The gallery door was open, and ascending the stairs to the organ loft, they found the organist preparing to depart.
"We have been a clandestine audience," said the doctor, "and couldn't help coming to thank you for the treat you have given us.

My young friend here is music mad." The organist smiled.
"You took me at a disadvantage," he said, "I was only amusing myself." "Whatever you were doing for yourself, you delighted us," said the doctor.
"Would you like to try the organ ?" presently said the organist to George.
Oh, what a bound of delight I could feel in my master's breast at the invitation.
"May I ?" he exclaimed.
"Certainly, if you like--and if you can," added the other, hesitatingly, as if not sure whether the lad's skill would be equal to his enthusiasm.
George sat down on the bench, and laid his fingers lovingly on the keys.
But he withdrew them before he had sounded a note.

"I would rather you did not watch me too closely," he said, nervously, "for I am only a beginner." "Let us go and sit down stairs," suggested the doctor.
The organist looked still more doubtful than before, and began to repent his offer.