"No, no," said the senior. "But I'm not the novice-master. Who is, by
the way?"
"Brother Jerome."
The other did not comment on this information, but Mark was sure that he
was trying not to look contemptuous.
Soon the junction came in sight, and from down the line the white smoke
of a train approaching.
"Hurry, Brother, I don't want to miss it."
Mark thumped the haunches of the pony and drove up just in time for
Brother Anselm to escape.
"Thank you, Brother," said that same voice which yesterday, only
yesterday night, had sounded so rarely sweet. Here on this mellow August
afternoon it was the voice of the golden air itself, and the shriek of
the engine did not drown its echoes in Mark's soul where all the way
back to Malford it was chiming like a bell.
CHAPTER XXVI
ADDITION
Mark's ambition to go and work at Aldershot was gratified before the end
of August, because Brother Chad fell ill, and it was considered
advisable to let him spend a long convalescence at the Abbey.
The Priory,
17, Farnborough Villas,
Aldershot.
St. Michael and All Angels.
My dear Rector,
I don't think you'll be sorry to read from the above address that
I've been transferred from Malford to one of the active branches of
the Order.
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