that monasticism had
over-reached itself, and that in trying to convert the world it had
itself been converted by the world. Ralph was proud enough of the honour
of his family to wonder whether it was an unmixed gain that his own
brother should join such ranks as these. And lastly there were the facts
that he had learnt from his association with Cromwell that made him
hesitate more than ever in giving Chris his sympathy. He had been
thinking these points over in the parlour the night before when the
others had left him, and during the day in the intervals of the sport;
and he was beginning to come to the conclusion that all things
considered he had better just acquiesce in the situation, and neither
praise nor blame overmuch.

It was a sleepy afternoon. The servants had all gone by now, and the
horn-blowings and noises had died away in the direction of the mill;
there was no leisure for stags to bray, as they crouched now far away in
the bracken, listening large-eyed and trumpet-eared for the sounds of
pursuit; only the hum of insect life in the hot evening sunshine filled
the air; and Ralph began to fall asleep, his back against a fallen
trunk.

Then he suddenly awakened and saw his brother-in-law, black against the
sky, looking down at him, from the saddle.

"Well?" said Ralph, not moving.

Nicholas began to explain. There were a hundred reasons, it seemed, for
his coming home empty-handed; and where were his men?

"They are all gone home," said Ralph, getting up and stretching himself.
"I waited for you It is all over."

"You understand," said Nicholas, putting his horse into motion, and
beginning to explain all over again, "you understand that it had not
been for that foul hound yelping, I should have had him here. I never
miss such a shot; and then when we went after him--"

"I understand perfectly, Nick," said Ralph. "You missed him because you
did not shoot straight, and you did not catch him because you did not go
fast enough. A lawyer could say no more."

Nicholas threw back his head and laughed loudly, for the two were good
friends.

"Well, if you will have it," he said, "I was a damned fool. There! A
lawyer dare not say as much--not to me, at any rate."

Ralph found his man half a mile further on coming to meet him with his
horse, and he mounted and rode on with Nicholas towards the mill.

"I have something to tell you," he said presently. "Chris is to be a
monk."

"Mother of God!" cried Nich