grand old
Gothic chapel. It was easy to guess why George's face lit up as he
approached the place. The deep notes of an organ were sounding across
the quadrangle, and as they entered the door a flood of harmony swept
towards them down the long aisles. Dr Wilkins could feel the boy's arm
tremble, and heard the sigh of delight which escaped his lips. 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. However, he retired with the doctor, and made up his mind to
be excruciated. They sat down in two of the stalls and waited.

And then George began to play. What he played I cannot tell. It began
first in a faint whisper of music which swelled onward into a pure
choral melody. Then suddenly the grand old roof trembled wit