"Yes," he said, "I wish I knew more--or less.

It's the bane of my existence," declared the rector with a half laugh.

John looked inquiringly at him, but did not respond.
"I mean the music--so called--at St.James's," said Mr.Euston.

"I don't wonder you smile," he remarked; "but it's not a matter for smiling with me." "I beg pardon," said John.
"No, you need not," returned the other, "but really--Well, there are a good many unpleasant and disheartening experiences in a clergyman's life, and I can, I hope, face and endure most of them with patience, but the musical part of my service is a never-ending source of anxiety, perplexity, and annoyance.

I think," said Mr.Euston, "that I expend more nerve tissue upon that branch of my responsibilities than upon all the rest of my work.