He built and endowed a (p. 352) chantry for the maintenance of three chaplains.
He will probably never know why Chantry, just then, began to be amiable.
Chantry let him do it, though some imperceptible inch of his body winced.
Naturally Chantry did not want his friends' boots havocking upon it.
"It's not my damned code any more than yours," broke in Chantry.
It was ...