He had just emerged from a little door close to the giant, which led by a circular staircase to the musical archives.

He was carrying under his arm a big book with dusty pages which he showed to Gabriel.
"I am taking it upstairs.

You shall hear something out of it; it is worth the trouble." And turning his eyes from the book to the little door close by he exclaimed: "Ay! these archives, Gabriel, how it pains one! Each time I visit them I come out sadder.

The vandals have been at work there; nearly all the music books have pages torn out, pieces cut out wherever there was an illuminated letter, a vignette or anything pretty.

The senor canons do not care for music, neither do they understand it, and they are incapable of devoting a few pesetas so that it might be heard on festival days.