("Expect it's one of those old relics," he said, "some lie or other.") He humorously dressed up the statue of the saint in a pocket-handkerchief, and said: "Let us pray," in a loud whisper, with one eye on the door.

And all the while there still lay on him apparently the impression that if he talked loud or made any perceptible sound he would be turned out again.
He was just beginning a few steps of a noiseless high-kicking dance when there was a tap at the door, and he collapsed into an attitude of weak-kneed humility.

Dom Hildebrand came in.
"If you're ready," he said, "we might go down to supper." * * * * * Frank relates in his diary that of all else in the monastery, apart from the church, the refectory and its manners impressed him most.

(How easy it is to picture it when one has once seen the ceremonies!) He sat at a center table, with the Major opposite (looking smaller than ever), before a cloth laid with knife, spoon and forks.

All round the walls on a low dais, with their backs against them, sat a row of perhaps forty monks, of every age, kind and condition.