"No, I'm not a musician," he contented himself with saying.
"What ?" Dr.Kraft's surprise increased.

"Young man, you are fortunate! I play for Miss Vertrees; she comes always alone.

You are the first.

You are the first one EVER!" They had reached the head of the central aisle, and as the organist finished speaking Bibbs stopped short, turning to look at Mary Vertrees in a dazed way that was not of her perceiving; for, though she stopped as he did, her gaze followed the organist, who was walking away from them toward the front of the church, shaking his white Beethovian mane roguishly.
"It's false pretenses on my part," Bibbs said.

"You mean to be kind to the sick, but I'm not an invalid any more.