“Then you won’t go?”
“No, I won’t.”
“Then you’re a pig. I’ll go myself.”
“Go then! Missis’ll give you what for.”
However, after thinking it over, the choir-master decided not to go, and only shouted at her:
“Be off with you! Yah! Scandalmonger!”
“THE DEACON WENT HOME.”
The servant went away. Presently a third pint was brought in and the basses and tenors once more crowded round the decanter. Suddenly the choir-master quite unexpectedly sat down at the piano, struck a few chords, and shouted: “Get to your places!” The sleepy boys came in from the ante-room, and the whole choir stood in a crowd together.
“See, the light is dying,