He struck the ferrule of his umbrella on the stone floor of the colonnade. Towards Findlater's church a quartet of young men were striding along with linked arms, swaying their heads and stepping to the agile melody of their leader's concertina. Then Brother Michael went away and after a while the fellow out of third of grammar turned in towards the wall and fell asleep. "Is he really BAD?" The tears were still in her eyes.