He turned a little to Chris in his carved chair, as he laid the letter down.
"Well," he said, smiling, "it is for you to choose whether you will offer yourself.

Of course, there is uneasiness abroad, as this letter says, but what then ?" He smiled pleasantly at the young man, and Chris felt a little ashamed.
There was silence for a moment.
"It is for you to choose," said the Prior again, "you have been happy with us, I think ?" Chris pressed his lips together and looked down.
"Of course Satan will not leave you alone," went on the monk presently.
"He will suggest many reasons against your profession.

If he did not, I should be afraid that you had no vocation." Again he waited for an answer, and again Chris was silent.

His soul was so desolate that he could not trust himself to say all that he felt.
"You must wait a little," went on the Prior, "recommend yourself to our Lady and our Patron, and then leave yourself in their hands.

You will know better when you have had a few days.