But at this moment Brother Manby signalled from his lodge that the procession was approaching across the outer court, and he hurried away to join the crowd of Brethren in their scramble upstairs to the Hundred Men's Hall.
The procession hove in sight; in number about a dozen, walking two-and-two, headed by Master Blanchminster and the Bishop.
Nurse Branscome stepped across to the child and stood by her, whispering the names of the dignitaries as they drew near.
The dear little gaitered white-headed clergyman--the one in the college cap--was the Master; the tall one, likewise in gaiters, the Bishop.
"-- and the gentleman behind him is Mr.Yeo, the Mayor of Merchester.
That's the meaning of his chain, you know." "Why, is he dangerous ?" asked Corona.
"His chain of office, dear.

It's the rule in England." "You don't say!.

.

.

Over in America we've never thought of that: we let our grafters run loose.