He has been escorting the Bishop for some distance on his homeward way, and has just parted from him.
I'll wager that he meets us without a touch of resentment.

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Ah, Brother, you have cause to be full of wrath!" Sure enough the Master, approaching and recognising the pair, hailed them gaily.
"Eh?
Brother Copas--Brother Warboise--a fine evening! But the swallows will be leaving us in a week or two." For a moment it seemed he would pass on, with no more than the usual nod and fatherly smile.

He had indeed taken a step or two past them as they stood aside for him in the narrow path: but on a sudden thought he halted and turned about.
"By the way--that sick friend of yours, Brother Warboise.