Lawrence's day and attend the profession of Brother
Anselm. Mark had not yet seen Brother Anselm, who was the brother in
charge of the Aldershot priory, and he welcomed the opportunity of
witnessing those solemn final vows. He felt that he should gain much
from meeting Brother Anselm, whose work at Aldershot was considered
after the Reverend Father's preaching to be the chief glory of the
Order. Brother Lawrence was a little jealous that his name day, on which
he was to be clothed in Chapter as a novice, should be chosen for the
much more important ceremony, and he spoke sharply to poor Brother
Walter when the latter rejoiced in the added lustre Brother Anselm's
profession would shed upon his own promotion.
"You must remember, Brother," he said, "that you'll probably remain a
postulant for a very long time."
"But not for ever," replied poor Brother Walter in a depressed tone of
voice.
"There may not be time to attend to you," said Brother Lawrence
spitefully. "You may have to wait until the Bishop has gone."
"Oh dear, oh dear," sighed Brother Walter looking woeful. "Brother Mark,
do you hear what they say?"
"Never mind," said Mark, "we'll take our final vows together when
Brother Lawrence is still a doddering old novice.
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