"It's drawing a plan of the Priory," Charles prophesied. "Yes, I thought so; that's that corner by the garden-hall, I'll bet."
"It often starts like this," Mrs. Bosanquet said. "It will settle down, if we are patient."
"I hope you may be right," Charles answered. "I've taken enough exercise to-day without having to chase this blinking board all over the table now. Ah, the beggar nearly got away from me that time!"
"You know, if no one is pushing it, it really is rather wonderful," Margaret said.
"Listen! What was that?" Mrs. Bosanquet exclaimed. "Did you hear a sharp sound rather like a rap?"
"Sorry," Celia said. "It was me. One of my earrings has dropped on to the floor."
At that moment Peter cried: "Ouch!" and Mrs. Bosanquet said quite excitedly: "There! I knew something would happen! Did you feel anything, Peter?"
"Feel anything?" he exploded. "That brute…'
"Fancy Peter being singled out!" marvelled his brotherin-law. "Sit still, Peter: the Monk is probably trying to attract your attention. You may feel something else if you wait."
"If I feel anything else," said Peter savagely, "I'll scrap you!"