There was silence for a moment.
“Then may our Lord have mercy on you!” she said.
She turned to where the gold cope gleamed over the chair, with the mitre and censer lying on its folds.
“And those too?” she asked.
“Those too,” said Ralph.
She turned towards the door without a word.
“There are the fees as well,” remarked Ralph. “We can arrange those this evening, Reverend Mother.”
The little stiff figure turned and waited at the door. “And at what time will you dine, sir?”
“Immediately,” said Ralph.