
So he came to chapter, on this particular day at the end ofApril, in the most serene and acquiescent of spirits, full of mildgood intentions towards all men, and content that things shouldcontinue as bland and uneventful through the summer and into theautumn. He certainly had no premonition of any immediate change inthis idyllic condition, much less of the agency by which it was tocome.
As though compelled, half fearfully and half gratefully, to thesame precarious but welcome quietude, the business at chapter thatday was modest and aroused no dispute, there was no one in default,not even a small sin among the novices for Brother Jerome todeplore, and the schoolboys, intoxicated with the spring and thesunshine, seemed to be behaving like the angels they certainly werenot. Even the chapter of the Rule, read in the flat, deprecatingtones of Brother Francis, was the 34th, gently explaining that thedoctrine of equal shares for all could not always be maintained,since the needs of one might exceed the needs of another, and hewho received more accordingly must not preen himself on beingsupplied beyond his brothers, and he that received less but enoughmust not grudge the extra bestowed on his brothers. And above all,no grumbling, no envy. Everything was placid, conciliatory,moderate. Perhaps, even, a shade on the dull side?
