At three of the clock I wait upon you." The Visitor and his secretaries bustled out of the room as pompously as they had entered, and when they had gone Cicely explained to Mother Matilda and Emlyn what had passed.
"I think that you have done wisely," said the Prioress, when she had listened.

"That man is a shark, but better give him your little finger than your whole body.

Certainly, you have bargained well for us, for what may not happen in a year?
Also, dear Cicely, you will be safer in London than at Blossholme, since with the great sum of L300 to gain that Commissioner will watch you like the apple of his eye and push your cause." "Unless some one promises him the greater sum of L1000 to scotch it," interrupted Emlyn.

"Well, there was but one road to take, and paper promises are little, though I grudge the good L25 in gold.

Meanwhile, Mother, we have much to make ready.