"You shall go out," he said with decision.
"Muffle up until you are well out of Bishopsgate Street, where it still snows." "But how did you get the keys ?" said Brother Bones.
"From under the Father Superior's door-mat." "But that was wrong, Brother." "The mat bore the inscription, 'Salve,' which you know in Latin means 'Welcome,'" returned John Gale.

"It was logically a permission." The two men gazed at each other silently.

A shudder passed over the two left eyelids of their wan spiritual faces.
"But I have no money," said Brother Bones.
"Nor have I.

But here is a 'bus ticket and a free pass to the Gaiety.
You will probably find Golly somewhere about.

Tell her," he said in a hollow voice, "that I'm getting on." "I will," said Brother Bones, with a deep cough.
The gate opened and he disappeared in the falling snow.