"Does that meet your ideas of a religious life?"
Eleanor laughed, but answered by another question. "Was that the rule of all the Augustine monks?"
"It gives the key to it. Is that your notion of a religious life? You don't answer me."
"Well," said Eleanor laughing again, "it gives the key to it, as you say. I do not suppose you wear a suit of armour to protect yourself."
"I beg your pardon. I do."
"Armour?" said Eleanor, looking incredulous. But her friend fairly burst into a little laugh at that.
"Are you rested?" said he.
And Eleanor got up, feeling a little indignant and a little curious. Strolling towards the ruins, however, there was too much to start conversation and too much to give delight, to permit either silence or pique to last.
"Isn't it beautiful!" burst from both at once.
"How exquisite that ivy is, climbing up that old tower!"