The Chaplain did not hear.
"I earnestly hope," said he, "you will let me propose you for my Committee."
"I would not miss it for worlds," said Brother Copas gravely.
He had disjointed and packed up his rod by this time, and the two were walking back towards St. Hospital.
"You relieve me more than I can say. Your help will be invaluable."
Brother Copas was apparently deaf to this compliment.
"You'll excuse me," he said after a moment, "but I gather that the whole scheme must be well under weigh, since you have arrived at allocating the proceeds. Experience tells me that all amateurs start with wanting to act something; when they see that desire near to realisation, and not before, they cast about for the charity which is to deserve their efforts.… May I ask what part you have chosen?"
"I had thoughts of Alberic de Blanchminster, in an Episode of the 'Founding of St. Hospital.'"
"Alberic de Blanchminster?"
They had reached the outer court of the hospital, and Brother Copas, halting to take snuff, eyed the Chaplain as if taking his measure.