And the other hand--" He stopped in grave deliberation.

The Methodist brother, who had been growing more and more overcharged with suppressed knowledge, could contain himself no longer.
"That's not right at all!" he burst forth irritably.

"You don't hook your arm around like that! You hold the left arm out and saw it up and down--like this." He snatched the bewildered Mr.Meech from Mr.Moseley's embrace, and humming a waltz, stepped briskly about the limited space, to the consternation of the onlookers, who hastened to tuck their feet under their chairs.
Mr.Meech, looking as if he were being backed into eternity, stumbled on the rug and clutched violently at the table-cover.

In his downfall he carried his instructor with him, and a deluge of tracts from the table above followed.
In the midst of the confusion there was a sound from the church next door.

Mr.Meech sat up among the debris and listened.