Then, in wailing minor numbers the music returned, slowly working itself up into the tumult and fury of a pent-up agony, and finally sweeping all before it in a wild hurricane of bitterness.

Then a pause, and then sweetly and in the far distance once more rose the quiet hymn, and after that all was silence.
After the first few notes the organist had uttered a startled ejaculation, and drawn the doctor to another seat farther down the nave, where, till all was over, he sat motionless as a statue.

But the moment the music had ceased he ran up the stairs with a face full of pleasure and admiration, and actually seized George by the hand.
"You're a genius, sir.

That was not at all bad, I can tell you." A happy smile was all the answer George could give.
"Not at all bad," repeated the organist.

"I was telling your friend," added he to Dr Wilkins, who had returned more slowly to the organ, "that was not at all bad.