CHAPTER XVI.
THE SECOND LETTER.
Meanwhile certain small events not unconnected with this history were happening at St.Hospital.
At ten o'clock punctually Mr.Colt waited on the Master.

This was a part of the daily routine, but ninety-nine times in a hundred the Chaplain's report resolved itself into a chat on the weather, the Master's roses, some recent article in the _Church Times_ or the _Guardian_.

The talk was never very strenuous; for whereas Mr.Colt could never learn to distinguish one rose from another, on Church affairs or on politics the Master was hopelessly tolerant, antiquated, incurious even.

What could one do with a dear old gentleman who, when informed of the latest, most dangerous promotion to a bishopric, but responded with "Eh?
'So-and-so,' did you say?
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