I am only in my novitiate.

However, please send it to Aunt Margaret, and--oh, how I would like to hear her remarks upon it!" An idea occurred to Mr.Hazlewood.
"Richard, why shouldn't you take it over yourself this afternoon ?" Dick shook his head.
"Impossible, father, I have something to do." He looked out of the window down to the river running dark in the shade of trees.

"But I'll go to-morrow morning," he added.
And the next morning he walked over early to Great Beeding.

His aunt would have received the pamphlet by the first post and he wished to seize the first fine careless rapture of her comments.

But he found her in a mood of distress rather than of wordy impatience.
The Pettifers lived in a big house of the Georgian period at the bottom of an irregular square in the middle of the little town.