He wore a broad leather band round his black frock, and carried his spare hand thrust deep into it.
(II) The monk sighed humorously.
"Another of them," he said.

"Well, my man ?" "Please, father--" The monk closed his eyes as in resignation.
"You needn't try that on," he said.

"Besides, I'm not a father.

I'm a brother.

Can you remember that ?" Frank smiled back.
"Very well, brother.