"You needn't try that on," he said. "Besides, I'm not a father. I'm a brother. Can you remember that?"
Frank smiled back.
"Very well, brother. I'm a Catholic myself."
"Ah! yes," sighed the monk briskly. "That's what they all say. Can you say the 'Divine Praises'? Do you know what they are?... However, that makes no difference, as—"
"But I can, brother. 'Blessed be God. Blessed be His—"
"But you're not Irish?"
"I know I'm not. But—"
"Are you an educated man? However, that's not my affair. What can I do for you, sir?"
The monk seemed to take a little more interest in him, and Frank took courage.
"Yes," he said, "I'm an educated man. My name's Frank Gregory. I've got two friends out on the road up there—a man and a woman. Their name's Trustcott—and the woman—"