"Madam, I think he is still in the chancel."
Lifting the velvet curtain that concealed the altar from their view, she beckoned Eglah to her side.
Father Temple had been detained by one of the church-wardens, and as he turned to hasten away the boy, standing near, caught the black skirt of the priest.
"Please, sir, may I speak to you?"
"Certainly. I am glad to be able to thank you for the music to-day. Your solo gave me great pleasure."
"I could have done better, but my throat is sore; it bled just now. I told nobody, because I am the only one who can reach that high C, and so I tried not to fail. I want to ask you how I can learn all the words you spoke? Oh, if I could, I would set them to a chant; they would lift my heart out of me if I could sing them."
"You shall have them. What is your name?"
"Leighton Dane."
Father Temple took his tablets from an inside pocket and made an entry.
"Where do you live?"