A pang like a pang of parturition itself seized him, and an issuing sob nearly ripped him in two.

It was a loud sob, undisguised, unashamed, reverberating.

Other sobs succeeded it.

Priam Farll was in torture.
_A New Hat_ The organist vaulted over his seat, shocked by the outrage.
"You really mustn't make that noise," whispered the organist.
Priam Farll shook him off.
The organist was apparently at a loss what to do.
"Who is it ?" whispered one of the young men.
"Don't know him from Adam!" said the organist with conviction, and then to Priam Farll: "Who are you?
You've no right to be here.

Who gave you permission to come up here ?" And the rending sobs continued to issue from the full-bodied ridiculous man of fifty, utterly careless of decorum.
"It's perfectly absurd!" whispered the youngster who had whispered before.
There had been a silence in the choir.
"Here! They're waiting for you!" whispered the other young man excitedly to the organist.
"By----!" whispered the alarmed organist, not stopping to say by what, but leaping like an acrobat back to his seat.