He was tonsured according to the Benedictine pattern, and his lips and cheeks were clean-shaven.
He noticed presently that Christopher was eyeing hum, and put his hand in friendly fashion on the young man's knee.
"Yes," he said, smiling, "yours is ready too.

Dom Franklin looked it out to-day, and asked me whether it would be the right size.

But of the boots I am not so sure." There was a clink and a footstep outside, and the monk glanced out.
"Supper is here," he said, and stood up to look at the table--the polished clothless top laid ready with a couple of wooden plates and knives, a pewter tankard, salt-cellar and bread.

There was a plain chair with arms drawn up to it.

The rest of the room, which Christopher had scarcely noticed before, was furnished plainly and efficiently, and had just that touch of ornament that was intended to distinguish it from a cell.