In the shade of the nunnery gate they found Rudolph, who, raising his rattan, saluted them with a pale and stoic gravity.
"Are we ready ?" he asked; and turning, took a slow, cool survey of the nunnery, as though looking his last--from the ditch at their feet to the red tiles, patched with bronze mould, that capped the walls and the roof.

"I never left any place with less regret.

Come, let's go." The three men had covered some ground before Rudolph broke the silence.
"You'll find a few little things up there in my strong-box, Maurice.
Some are marked for you, and the rest--will you send them Home, please ?" He hesitated.

"I hope neither of you will misunderstand me.

I'm horribly afraid, but not--but only because this fellow will make me look absurd.
If I knew the first motion!" He broke out angrily.