if he was a clergyman, why, that of course explained the ascetic type,
the nun-like profile of the girl, the skilled musician. Clergymen were
apt to educate their children, even without much money. The girl would
probably be a prude and bore, but there was a chance that she might be
a princess in disguise and need a prince to show her a good time. He
would take the chance at least until after dinner.

So he ate his delicate toast, and drank his delicious coffee, and
wished he had asked that queer man to have his flask filled at the drug
store before he went to his old service, but consoled himself with
numerous cigarettes, while he watched the face of the musician, and
listened idly to the music.

It was plain that the young organist was also the choir leader, for her
expressive face was turned toward the singers, and her lovely head kept
time. Now and then a motion of the hand seemed to give a direction or
warning. And the choir too sang with great sweetness and expression.
They were well trained. But what a bore such a life must be to a girl.
Still, if she had never known anything else--! Well, he would like to
see her at closer range. He lit another cigarette and studied her
profile as she slipped out of the organ bench and settled herself
nearer the window. He could hear the man's voice reading now. Some of
the words drew his idle attention:

"All the ways of a man are clean in his own eyes; but
the Lord weigheth the spirits."

Curious sentence that! It caught in his brain. It seemed rather true.
From the Bible probably of course, though he was not very familiar with
that volume, never having been obliged to go to Sunday School in his