Her own face was severe in the candlelight, but before she could speak he went lightly on.
"Would you like me to play you something before we go?
Or are you too tired to blow?
It's rather a shame to suggest it.

But it's such a grand opportunity." Avery turned at once to the organ with a feeling of relief.

As usual she found it very hard to rebuke him as he deserved.
"Yes, I will blow for you," she said.

"But it must be something short, for we ought to be going." She sat down and began to blow.
Piers took his place at once at the organ.

It was characteristic of him that he never paused for inspiration.