Chris has something to tell us." The priest came in and sat down with the others, his face in shadow, at the corner of the hearth.
Sir James looked across at his younger son and nodded; and Chris, his chin on his hand, and sitting very upright on the long-backed settle beside the chaplain, began rather nervously and abruptly.
"I--I have told Ralph," he said, "on the way here and you, sir; but I will tell you again.

You know I was questioning whether I had a vocation to the religious life; and I went, with that in my mind, to see the Holy Maid.

We saw her, Mr.Carleton and I; and--and I have made up my mind I must go." He stopped, hesitating a little, Ralph and his mother sat perfectly still, without a word or sign of either sympathy or disapproval.

His father leaned forward a little, and smiled encouragingly.
"Go on, my son." Chris drew a breath and leaned back more easily.
"Well, we went to St.Sepulchre's; and she could not see us for a day or two.

There were several others staying with us at the monastery; there was a Carthusian from Sheen--I forget his name." "Henry Man," put in the chaplain.
"-- And some others," went on Chris, "all waiting to see her.