“Yes, Father, please God.”
“When?”
“Next year.”
“For this diocese?”
“No, my own.”
“Ah! I am sorry.”
Bracebridge and Beecham exchanged glances as they passed each other. What a revelation was here for both in regard to Henning's conduct. Did not this explain a thousand things?
As soon as the services of the two amateur waiters could be dispensed with, they came together in one
corner of the room, and while wiping their fingers on the aprons the thoughtful Sisters had provided for them, they eagerly discussed their accidental discovery, but in a rather curious fashion.
“Please, Brosie, give me a good kick,” said Jack.