"You know it was what I had in my mind; and I had not spoken a word of Lewes, or of my thought of going there." "Had you told any ?" asked his father.
"Only Dr.Bocking.Then I asked her, was I to go there; but she said nothing for a while; and her eyes wandered about; and she began to speak of black monks going this way and that; and she spoke of a prior, and of his ring; it was of gold, she said, with figures engraved on it.

You know the ring the Prior wears ?" he added, looking eagerly at his father.
Sir James nodded.
"I know it," he said.

"Well ?" "Well, I asked her again, was I to go there; and then she looked at me up and down; I was in my travelling suit; but she said she saw my cowl and its hanging sleeves, and an antiphoner in my hands; and then her face grew dreadful and afraid again, and she cried out and fell forward; and Dr.Bocking led us out from the chapel." There was a long silence as Chris ended and leaned back again, taking up a bunch of raisins.

Ralph sighed once as if wearied out, and his mother put her hand on his sleeve.

Then at last Sir James spoke.
"You have heard the story," he said, and then paused; but there was no answer.