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"Oh, then I'm not to leave this morning?" Mr. Mousley gasped with open mouth. "Where would you go if you left here?" "Well, to tell you the truth," Mr. Mousley admitted, "I have been rather worried over that little problem ever since I woke up this morning. I scarcely expected that you would tolerate my presence any longer in this house.
Mousley fell from the ladder, luckily on one of the gymnasium mats. "I do think it's a most ridiculous habit," he said, "not to place a doormat in what I might describe as a suitable cavity.
"Now don't stay talking here," Mark urged. "Come along back, and do try to come quietly. I keep telling you it's after eleven o'clock, and you know Father Rowley likes everybody to be in by ten." "That's what I've been saying to myself the whole evening," said Mr. Mousley.
Of course, he would have to know all about it in the morning, but to-night when he had gone to bed tired and full of hope for temperance in general and the reformation of Mousley in particular it was surely right to let him sleep in ignorance. Mark decided to take it upon himself to break the rules of the house, to open the door to Mousley, and if possible to get him upstairs to bed quietly.
"You'll wake everybody up in the house," Mark exclaimed in an agony. "For heaven's sake keep quiet." "Oh, we are in the house, are we?" said Mr. Mousley. "I'm very much relieved to hear you say that, Lidderdale. For a brief moment, I don't know why, I was almost as confused as Confucius as to where we were."
"Of that I am sure. By the way, didn't you come across a priest at St. Agnes' Mission House called Mousley?" "Oh rather, I remember him well." "You'll be glad to hear that he has never relapsed since I sent him to Rowley. In fact only last week I had the satisfaction of recommending him to a friend of mine who had a living in his gift."
"But if you've had such a jolly evening, come in now and don't make a noise." "I'll come in whenever you like," Mr. Mousley offered. "I'm at your disposition entirely. The only request I have to make is that you will guarantee that the house stays where it was built. It's all very fine for an ordinary house to behave like this, but when a mission house behaves like this I call it disgraceful.
"It's after eleven o'clock, and you're just outside the Mission House." "I've been just outside the Mission House for an hour and three quarters, old chap," said Mr. Mousley solemnly. "Most incompatible thing I've ever known. I got back here at a quarter past nine, and I was just going to walk in when the house took two paces to the rear, and I've been walking after it the whole evening.
I've been spending a very intellectual evening, Father Rowley." "Go to bed," said the mission priest severely. "I'll speak to you in the morning." "Father Rowley isn't annoyed with me, is he?" Mr. Mousley asked. "I think he's rather annoyed at your being so late," said Mark. "Late for what?" "Is that you, Mark, down there?" asked the Missioner. "I'm lighting Mr.
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