At first he kept quite still and listened with pleasure to the distant singing of the boys.

He could even hear Precentor Renouf occasionally stop and rebuke them for inattention or singing out of tune.
"_My soul is like a watered garden, And I shall not sorrow any more at all!_" So he hummed as he listened, and beat the time on the ledge with his fingers.

He felt singularly content.

Now he was on the eve of penetrating the mystery.

At last he would discover where the missing maidens were concealed.
But soon he began to look about him, growing, like the boy he was, quickly weary of inaction.