"It is for you to choose," said the Prior again, "you have been happy
with us, I think?"

Chris pressed his lips together and looked down.

"Of course Satan will not leave you alone," went on the monk presently.
"He will suggest many reasons against your profession. If he did not, I
should be afraid that you had no vocation."

Again he waited for an answer, and again Chris was silent. His soul was
so desolate that he could not trust himself to say all that he felt.

"You must wait a little," went on the Prior, "recommend yourself to our
Lady and our Patron, and then leave yourself in their hands. You will
know better when you have had a few days. Will you do this, and then
come to me again?"

"Yes, my Lord Prior," said Chris, and he took up the letter, bowed, and
went out.

* * * * *

Within the week relief and knowledge came to him. He had done what the
monk had told him, and it had been followed by a curious sense of relief
at the thought suggested to him that the responsibility of decision did
not rest on him but on his heavenly helpers. And then as he served mass
the answer came.

It was in the chapel of the Blessed Virgin, a little building entered