George.
I don't think you know Father Burrowes personally, but I've always
heard that he does a splendid work among soldiers, and I'm hoping
that he will accept me as a novice.
Latterly, in fact since I left Chatsea, I've been feeling the need
of a regular existence, and, though I cannot pretend that I have a
vocation for the monastic life in the highest sense, I do feel that
I have a vocation for the Order of St. George. You will wonder why
I have not mentioned this to you, but the fact is--and I hope
you'll appreciate my frankness--I did not think of the O.S.G. till
this morning. Of course they may refuse to have me. But I shall
present myself without a preliminary letter, and I hope to persuade
Father Burrowes to have me on probation. If he once does that, I'm
sure that I shall satisfy him. This sounds like the letter of a
conceited clerk. It must be the fault of this horrible inn pen,
which is like writing with a tooth-pick dipped in a puddle! I
thought it was best not to stay at the Rectory, with Esther on the
verge of her profession. It wouldn't be fair to her at a time like
this to make my immediate future a matter of prime importance.
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