—I have sometimes thought of it, said Stephen.
The priest let the blindcord fall to one side and,uniting his hands, leaned his chin gravely upon them,communing with himself.
—In a college like this, he said at length, there is one boy or perhaps two or three boys whom God calls to the religious life. Such a boy is marked off from his companions by his piety, by the good example he shows to others. He is looked up to by them; he is chosen perhaps as prefect by his fellow sodalists. And you, Stephen, have been such a boy in this college,prefect of Our Blessed Lady's sodality. Perhaps you are the boy in this college whom God designs to call to Himself.