you are in too great a hurry, to stay to talk now."

"Hurry! I am hurried off my legs," cried the organist. "If a dozen or
two of my pupils would give up learning, as you talk of doing, I should
only be obliged to them. I have more work than I can attend to. And now
Jupp must go and lay himself up, and I have the services to attend
myself, morning and afternoon!"

Mr. Jupp was assistant-organist. An apprentice to Mr. Williams, but
just out of his time.

"What's the matter with Jupp?" asked Arthur.

"A little bit of fever, and a great deal of laziness," responded Mr.
Williams. "He is the laziest fellow alive. Since his uncle died, and
that money came to him, he doesn't care a straw how things go. He was
copyist to the cathedral, and he gave that up last week. I have asked
Sandon, the lay-clerk, if he will take the copying, but he declines. He
is another lazy one."

The organist hurried off. Arthur strove to detain him for another word
or two, but it was of no use. So he continued his way to Mr.
Galloway's.

Busy enough were his thoughts there. His fingers were occupied with
writing, but his mind went roaming without leave. This post of copyist
of music to the cathedral, which appeared to be going begging; why
should not he undertake it, if Mr. Williams would give it to him? He was
quite able to do so, and though he very much disliked music-copying,
that was nothing: he was not going to set up dislikes, and humour them.