CHAPTER THE THIRTY-FIRST.
At school I knew him—a sharp-witted youth,
Grave, thoughtful, and reserved among his mates,
Turning the hours of sport and food to labour,
Starving his body to inform his mind.
OLD PLAY.
The Sub-Prior, at the Borderer’s request, had not failed to return to the tower, into which he was followed by Christie of the Clinthill, who, shutting the door of the apartment, drew near, and began his discourse with great confidence and familiarity.
“My master,” he said, “sends me with his commendations to you, Sir Sub-Prior, above all the community of Saint Mary’s, and more specially than even to the Abbot himself; for though he be termed my lord, and so forth, all the world knows that you are the tongue of the trump.”
“If you have aught to say to me concerning the com
