It need not be the end of Chris so far as this world was concerned.
"But you must not say that to him," he went on, "he thinks it is heaven itself between four walls, and we shall have a great scene of farewell.
I think I must go back to town before it takes place: I cannot do that kind of thing." Nicholas was not attending, and rode on in silence for a few yards, sucking in his lower lip.
"We are lucky fellows, you and I," he said at last, "to have a monk to pray for us." Ralph glanced at him, for he was perfectly grave, and a rather intent and awed look was in his eyes.
"I think a deal of that," he went on, "though I cannot talk to a churchman as I should.

I had a terrible time with my Lord of Canterbury last year, at Otford.

He was not a hunter like this one, and I knew not what else to speak of." Ralph's eyes narrowed with amusement.
"What did you say to him ?" he asked.
"I forget," said Nicholas, "and I hope my lord did.

Mary told me I behaved like a fool.

But this one is better.