Good evening, Bonaday!" He nodded.
Copas stood up and inclined his body stiffly.
"I hope, sir," was his rebuke, "I have not wholly forfeited the title of Brother ?" The Chaplain flushed.
"I bring a message," he said.

"The Master wishes to see you, at half-past six." "That amounts to a command." Brother Copas pulled out his watch.
"I may as well warn you," the Chaplain pursued.

"You will be questioned on your share in that offensive Petition.

As it appears, you were even responsible for composing it." Brother Copas's eyebrows went up.
"Is it possible, sir, that you recognised the style?
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