and fixed, the movements of his limbs seemed strange, apart from him. The sound of the organ seemed to belong to the very stone of the pillars, like sap running in them.

Then there was a close of music and silence.

“Father!” she said.

He looked round as if at an apparition. Ursula stood shadowily within the candle-light.

“What now?” he said, not coming to earth.

It was difficult to speak to him.

“I've got a situation,” she said, forcing herself to speak.

“You've got what?” he answered, unwilling to come out of his mood of organ-playing. He closed the music before him.