“Bless my soul,” he cried, “’tis time for Benediction.”
And he bolted towards the dining-hall, which, as I told you long ago led to the chapel.
Lady Mary looked at the little group.
“We’re all coming,” said Elizabeth with fine assurance.
And then Lady Mary led the way.
Said John in a low voice to Rosamund:
“I have at least three thanksgivings to make.”
“I think,” she replied, looking at him, “that so have I.”
Said David in a low voice to Elizabeth:
“What are you thinking about?”