"What's your name, anyhow?"
"Priam Farll," said Priam Farll, without thinking.
"Off his nut, evidently!" murmured one of the young men contemptuously. "Come on, Stan. Don't let's miss that anthem, for this cuss." And off they both went.
Then a youthful policeman appeared, putting on his helmet as he quitted the fane.
"What's all this?" asked the policeman, in the assured tone of one who had the forces of the Empire behind him.
"He's been making a disturbance in the horgan loft," said the cassock, "and now he says his name's Priam Farll."
"Oh!" said the policeman. "Ho! And how did he get into the organ loft?"
"Don't arsk me," answered the cassock. "He ain't got no ticket."
"Now then, out of it!" said the policeman, taking zealously hold of Priam.
"I'll thank you to leave me alone," said Priam, rebelling with all the pride of his nature against this clutch of the law.