The stay at Begham was very troublesome." "Good-night, then, my son.

I will send Morris to you immediately." "Oh, after prayers," said Ralph.

"I need not deprive God of his prayers too." * * * * * Lady Torridon had gone out silently after the chaplain, and Sir James and Chris walked across the Court together.

Overhead the summer night sky was clear and luminous with stars, and the air still and fragrant.
There were a few lights here and there round the Court, and the tall chapel windows shone dimly above the little cloister.

A link flared steadily on its iron bracket by the door into the hall, and threw waves of flickering ruddy light across the cobble-stones, and the shadow of the tall pump wavered on the further side.
Sir James put his hand tenderly on Chris' shoulder.
"You must not be angry at Ralph, my son," he said.