CHAPTER XXXII.
Our friend's acquaintance with the rector of St.James's church had grown into something like friendship, and the two men were quite often together in the evening.

John went sometimes to Mr.Euston's house, and not unfrequently the latter would spend an hour in John's room over a cigar and a chat.

On one of the latter occasions, late in the autumn, Mr.Euston went to the piano after sitting a few minutes and looked over some of the music, among which were two or three hymnals.

"You are musical," he said.
"In a modest way," was the reply.
"I am very fond of it," said the clergyman, "but have little knowledge of it.

I wish I had more," he added in a tone of so much regret as to cause his hearer to look curiously at him.