Then a black figure appeared in the doorway, and came briskly through.
"My dear Chris," he said warmly, holding out his hands, and Chris took them, still trembling and excited.
They sat down together in the window-seat, and the monk opened the casement and threw it open, for the atmosphere was a little heavy, and then flung his arm out over the sill and crossed his feet, as if he had an hour at his disposal.

Chris had noticed before that extraordinary appearance of ease and leisure in such monks, and it imperceptibly soothed him.

Neither would Dom Anthony speak on technical matters, but discoursed pleasantly about the party at Overfield Court and the beauty of the roads between there and Lewes, as if Chris were only come to pay a passing visit.
"Your horses are happy enough," he said.

"We had a load of fresh beans sent in to-day.

And you, Chris, are you hungry?
Supper will be here immediately.