There is also Brother
Walter, who is only a probationer and is not even allowed wide
sleeves and a habit like Brother Lawrence, but has to wear a very
moth-eaten cassock with a black band tied round it. Brother Walter
had been marketing in High Thorpe (I wonder what the Bishop of
Silchester thought if he saw him in the neighbourhood of the
episcopal castle!) and having lost himself on the way home he had
arrived back late for Vespers and was tremendously teased by the
others in consequence. Brother Walter is a tall excitable awkward
creature with black hair that sticks up on end and wide-open
frightened eyes. His cassock is much too short for him both in the
arms and in the legs; and as he has very large hands and very large
feet, his hands and feet look still larger in consequence. They
didn't talk about much that was interesting during recreation.
Brother Dunstan and Brother Raymond were full of monkish jokes, at
all of which Brother Walter laughed in a very high voice--so loudly
once that Brother Jerome asked him if he would mind making less
noise, as he was reading Montalembert's Monks of the West, at which
Brother Walter fell into an abashed gloom.
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