"
When Mark found Brother George he had already doffed his habit, and was
dressed in his farmer's clothes to go working on the land.
"I'll speak to Mr. Hett before Sext. Meanwhile, you can assure him that
the key of the Tabernacle is perfectly safe. I wear it round my neck."
Brother George pulled open his shirt, and showed Mark the golden key
hanging from a cord.
On receiving the Prior's message, the chaplain asked for a railway
time-table.
"I see there is a fast train at 10.30. Please order the trap."
"You're not going to leave us?" Mark exclaimed.
"Do you suppose, Brother Mark, that no bishop in the Establishment will
receive me in his diocese because I am accustomed to give way? I should
not have asked for the key of the Tabernacle unless I thought that it
was my duty to ask for it. I cannot take it from the Reverend Brother's
neck. I will not stay here without its being given up to me. Please
order the trap in time to catch the 10.30 train."
"Surely you will see the Reverend Brother first," Mark urged. "I should
have made it clear to you that he is out in the fields, and that all the
work of the farm falls upon his shoulders. It cannot make any difference
whether you have the key now or before Sext. And I'm sure the Reverend
Brother will see your point of view when you put it to him.
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