You're the useful one in this gang." He lifted his voice.
"You won't misunderstand me, Master," he said.

"I named the Cathedral and the Crusades because, in Merchester, history cannot get away from the Church.

It's _her_ history that any pageant of Merchester ought to illustrate primarily--must, indeed: _her_ past glories, some day (please God) to be revived." "And," said Mr.Bamberger some months later, in private converse with his brother Isidore, "that did it, though I say it who shouldn't.
I froze on that Colt straight; and Colt, you'll allow, was trumps." For the moment little more was said.

The company at the high table, after grace--a shorter one this time, pronounced by the Chaplain-- bowed to the Brethren and followed the Master upstairs to the little room which had once served for espial-chamber, but was now curtained cosily and spread for dessert.
"By the way, Master," said the Bishop, suddenly remembering the Petition in his pocket, and laughing amicably as he dropped a lump of sugar into his coffee, "what games have you been playing in St.
Hospital, that they accuse you of Romanising ?" The Master's ivory face flushed at the question.
"That was old Warboise," he answered nervously.

"I must apologise for the annoyance." "Not at all--not at all! It amused me, rather, to be reminded that, as Visitor, I am a person in St.Hospital, and still reckoned an important one.