The King's Achievement by Robert Hugh Benson
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it was beginning to be thought possible that monasticism had
over-reached itself, and that in trying to convert the world it had itself been converted by the world. Ralph was proud enough of the honour of his family to wonder whether it was an unmixed gain that his own brother should join such ranks as these. And lastly there were the facts that he had learnt from his association with Cromwell that made him hesitate more than ever in giving Chris his sympathy. He had been thinking these points over in the parlour the night before when the others had left him, and during the day in the intervals of the sport; and he was beginning to come to the conclusion that all things considered he had better just acquiesce in the situation, and neither praise nor blame overmuch. It was a sleepy afternoon. The servants had all gone by now, and the horn-blowings and noises had died away in the direction of the mill; there was no leisure for stags to bray, as they crouched now far away in the bracken, listening large-eyed and trumpet-eared for the sounds of pursuit; only the hum of insect life in the hot evening sunshine filled the air; and Ralph began to fall asleep, his back against a fallen trunk. Then he suddenly awakened and saw his brother-in-law, black against the sky, looking down at him, from the saddle. "Well?" said Ralph, not moving. Nicholas began to explain. There were a hundred reasons, it seemed, for his coming home empty-handed; and where were his men? "They are all gone home," said Ralph, getting up and stretching himself. |
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