She took rather a fancy to you by
the way."
Mark, who had supposed that Lady Landells had regarded him with aversion
and scorn, stared at this.
"Didn't she give you her hand when you said good-bye?" asked Sir
Charles.
"Her left hand," said Mark.
"Oh, she never gives her right hand to anybody. She has some fad about
spoiling the magnetic current of Apollo or something. Now, what about a
walk?"
Mark said he should like to go for a walk very much, but wasn't Sir
Charles too busy?
"Oh, no, I've nothing to do at all."
Yet only that morning he had held forth to Mark at great length on the
amount of work demanded for the management of an estate.
"Now, why do you want to join Burrowes?" Sir Charles inquired presently.
"Well, I hope to be a priest, and I think I should like to spend the
next two years out of the world."
"Yes, that is all very well," said Sir Charles, "but I don't know that I
altogether recommend the O.S.G. I'm not satisfied with the way things
are being run. However, they tell me that this fellow Brother George has
a good deal of common-sense. He has been running their house in Malta,
where he's done some good work. I gave them the land to build a mother
house so that they could train people for active service, as it were;
but Burrowes keeps chopping and changing and sending untrained novices
to take charge of an important branch like Sandgate, and now since
Rowley left he talks of opening a priory in Chatsea.
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