Commanding Brother Philip, seeing 'the Lord Bishop' was now safely mounted, to lead on and not keep him standing, old Antony rode off in triumph, blessing the nuns right and left, as she passed.
"Never were heard such shrieks of merriment! Even Mother Sub-Prioress sank upon a seat to laugh with less fatigue.

Sister Seraphine's fretful complaints were forgotten.
"Twice round the field went old Antony, with fingers uplifted.

Icon stepped carefully, arching his neck and walking as if he well knew that he bore on his back, ninety odd years of brave gaiety.
"Well, that made of the Play Day a success.

But--the best of all was yet to come." The Bishop took up the faggot-fork, and again tended the fire.

He seemed to find it difficult to tell that which must next be told.
The Knight was breathing quickly.