"I would not have that man's unpleasant disposition for a trifle, my child, that I would not," said Jared; and then he descended to find his wife in tears, Patty trying hard the while to keep her own back; and, do what he could, Jared Pellet, organist of St Runwald's, could not pull out a stop that should produce a cheerful strain where all seemed sadness and woe. The tea was fragrant, though weak; the toast just brown enough without being burned; while the children ate bread and dripping, just as if--Mrs Jared said--it grew upon the hedges. But the social meal was now unsocial to a degree. Mrs Pellet hardly spoke, while Jared drank his tea mechanically--three cups--and would have gone on pouring it down for any length of time, if a reference to the Dutch clock had not shown the time to be a quarter to six. Jared hurriedly rose, to keep his appointment at the church, and prepared to start. "If--if," he said, "the vicar, or a messenger, should come, don't let him in, but send him to me at the church." Volume 3, Chapter X. IN THE CHURCH. Out into the keen night air went Jared Pellet; but as soon as he was outside his own door, his heart seemed to sink down, heavy, heavier, heaviest, for he was going for his last practice. The old church was to peal with chords from his hands for the very last time; and, filled with bitterness, he strode on, thinking of the day of his triumph, when, in preference to so many, he was chosen organist; of the bright visions of prosperity he had then conjured up, all now faded away, leaving nothing but desolation. There had been a heavy fall of snow, and the streets were hushed and still, even the wheels of the few vehicles seemed muffled. He shivered with the cold, and at the silence, which seemed oppressive. There were few people about, and though, as he saw them coming, the sight was welcome, Jared Pellet shrank away lest they might divine his misery. He could hardly believe in such sorrow as now seemed his lot; while he was ready to utter maledictions upon the head of his brother, who heeded them not, but upon whom he laid the blame of making him flinch from telling his wife and daughter the whole story. Was he not now a suspected thief--a beggar? and should he not soon be looked upon at home as a hypocrite and deceiver? Well might he, in his abstraction, be hustled and jostled by those he met, for at times his gait was almost that of a drunken man.