These things remained; while all else was accidental--the different height of his room, the unfamiliar angles in the passages, the new noises of London, the street cries, the clash of music, the disordered routine of dally life.
Half-way through June, after a long morning's conversation with a stranger, the Prior sent for him.
He was standing by the tall carved fire-place with his back to the door, his head and one hand leaning against the stone, and he turned round despondently as Chris came in.

Chris could see he was deadly pale and that his lips twitched with nervousness.
"Brother," he said, "I have a perilous matter to go through, and you must come with me." Chris felt his heart begin to labour with heavy sick beats.
"I am to see my Lord of Rochester.

A friend hath obtained the order.

We are to go at five o'clock.

See that you be ready.